This

Suspended in time.
I move from day
to day.
Not touching.

Throughout the city,
Many sights fill
My eyes.
But pass away.

―Plan―
―Appreciate―
―Anticipate―
―Eat―

A sleeping space
Calls to me,
“Fly!”
Nestled in it.

Here, then gone.
There, then here
―no where.
The lone impression,

This

April 1987

“This” appeared in the 1988 American Poetry Anthology, edited by John Frost, published by the American Poetry Association, 1988. It also appears in From These Words (poetry 1973-1988) available for download on this site.