Things change behind my back.
The starting snow I was just watching
has escaped into the past.
Well, not the past, but the part of the world
that surrounds the moment at hand.
That’s why, whenever I see
animal tracks in a light snow like this,
I think of footnotes.
So strange, to inhabit a space
and then leave it vacant, standing open.
Each change in me is a stone step
beneath the blur of snow.
In spring the sharp edges cut through.
When I look back, I see my former selves,
numerous as the trees.
- Chase Twichell
We both shine for morning time we’d spend together,
We don’t pine or cross the line or go one better,
And we would sing to those who’d bring us stormy weather.
live at the Roísín Dubh 13/05
(Source: Spotify)
Except for the boy in the belfry he’s crazy he’s throwing himself down from the top of the tower, like a hunchback in heaven he’s ringing the bells in the chuch for the last half an hour, and it sounds like he’s missing something or someone that he knows he can’t have now
and if he isn’t, I certainly am.
“In Liverpool” Suzanne Vega
