In Betweenness

is it a good thing to find

two empty pages between the day 

before yesterday & yesterday 

when trying to make room

for the blue opera afternoon 

of today a sunday like any sunday

in may?

            there is no one could tell 

or judge though my own

obsession with the in between 

should dictate the answer

& thus let me rejoice at being able 

to insert today between the

day before yesterday & yesterday 

as if it were the yeast of night 

allowed these spaces to open

(do not say holes to grow)

in the spongy tissue of this

my papery time-space discon- 

tinuum—

            leaven of earth leaven of writing 

of running writing to earth

in these in betweenesses that now 

please as much as the opera in ear 

that asks que dieu vous le rende dans

l’autre monde but the desire is to stay right 

here in this world this in between even as 

the sound changes the radio sings son 

vada o resti intanto non partirai

di qua

            exactly my feeling sheltered on these 

pages now filled and pushing up against 

yesterday