four in the morning here, noon there
no longer night, not yet morning
disrupted circadian rhythm suspends me between
two continents severed by an ocean.
No-Man’s Land - that surreal stretch of urban pavement
width of Brandenburg Gate
within shadows of construction cranes, skeletons of skyscrapers
erupt like tectonic plates from Potsdamer Platz.
like a passenger thrown overboard
I clutch a buoy, breathe in […]
shimmering green-blue, emeralds cut into sapphires
white caps rise in gusts, undulating heat
receding glacier clings to rock overhang
tree line advances
- a mirage of creeping forward.
“Pas trop chaud, pas trop chaud,”
father placates offspring, shrouded from head to foot
in trousers, long-sleeved shirts, visored caps
approach water’s edge avec trepidation.
As if irradiating solar light
could conspire with glacial lake
to scorch exposed […]
panorama of jagged boulders confronts me, jars me into denial
I don’t fathom that I’m passing through a graveyard
nor grieve the shattered bodies of whole families,
uprooted homes entombed by a landslide of limestone.
like an affliction, the mountain hovers incessantly over my shoulder
when I walk I can’t help but stare
as when a disfigured person boards a bus […]
