Like a slow dance to fluid music searching, winding
and then finding me unaware
life energy seeps into the sand
in search of timeless, endless sea
it's very nearly make believe
I'm moving like slow motion figures
at the news-stand, browsing, thinking
that it's 1982
the end of ordinary time
the suddenly newer city from my window, busy, showing
street after street now patterned
all the same and filling
like a swimming pool
that swallows all the sounds of life
I'm skating on a clear and thin,
paralysis of memory
just as a newly detached leaf is wading
through an endless autumn wind
