time around
with de Chirico
round noon
in those suburbs, even the main street
you can stop at the curb, just
hold yourself from stepping down
to the road to cross over.
in that split silence
hear the clock of days,
know yourself under
its hands longer
than afternoons.
in the telltale winds
that kick up like
a vision of little things
in a moment of the street
coiling, toppling
along the gutter,
you feel the pulse of sun
its strength & fall
& the clock of days
rusts.
on an island
i travelled a fool’s journey on
that clock is shadow
turning full sweep
up the white walls
& sun is strong
as a hammer
like wind
on a loosened sail
out there
on a flowering sea.
i love these stops
& touches of time
wherein i am
pieced into
present.
sydney
december 1999
Copyright ©1999 Peter Le Baige. All Rights Reserved
Grazie, Marco. I usually record a reading on my mobile phone, from the phone send it as an email to myself, download the recording to my PC and upload that as a media file to insert into the post. The reason I don’t transfer directly from my phone to my PC via a cable is that I’ve had issues with data corruption in the transfer process, and the sound file couldn’t be uploaded. Try the more direct way first and see if it’s okay for you, or try the transfer via email.
Yes, the mood of sun and falling panes of shadow, the drowsiness of the existent in sun, so you believe, however briefly, that time has stalled.
thanks Peter. That’s helpful. wouldnt have known
good to hear you read it, too. i might try that
so evocative. I know this mood –
under its hands longer than afternoons.