My white ruled note became an event in the night
The night itself was an event
An event because it is a certain time-space, a physical space tied to a space of time
My note stood out in color and sound against the night because it was an event,a certain musical space tied to time
The night was an event because it happened then and is not in the present space.
At the dead of the night my note became part of the night
In the morning I am chasing glowing images
Seeking the sun in words and their glow.
In between there was deja vu of certain river water which still smelled of the mountains
When I am not chasing iridescent images of tiny girls ,in two’s and three’s, bursting on the conscious with halos intact
I am chasing the park images
– Of a certain balcony woman
-Of some skin thoughts
-Of a certain man in olive green safari suit and copper red hair
-Of stream-lets of hose water which stalked the shadows on the grass
-Of a certain overflowing woman who walked in music.