for Jane is to be one to the one closest to you who shares the air & other elements right there next to you two bodies wrapped in darkness among millions of other bodies wrapped in darkness & smoke war bloodshed & chaos voices rising out of the dirt one to the one without whom one wouldn't be one who saves one when lost in regions of the past raging at bygone constellations pursued by a swarm of angst gnats who saves by her sight & sound & touch to notice that gravity's strong on this planet notice there's a half-ton of apples in that tree notice cricket jumping on cedar branch feline humor magpie elegance in sum this world born not so long ago with maybe not that far to go still roaming the contradictory corridors of a universe or two wind turns pages then shuts book he looks up she looks up from piano keys hold that frame
i.m. Hannes Hollo, 1959-1999
Fought the hungry ghosts here on Earth "What is man?" asked the King Alcuin’s reply: "A guest of space." And time yes time: The past lies before us, the future comes up from behind Walking on Primrose Hill or Isle of Wight beaches Iowa City streets scrambling up snow-covered deer track To Doc Holliday’s grave in Glenwood Springs His helmet now shall make a hive for bees He fought the hungry ghosts here on Earth Strong & resourceful on his best days, Patient kind and presente Returning those with him to here & now But just as we settle in with our Pepsi and popcorn THE END rolls up too soon always too soon
"'What is man?' asked the King": Pippin, son of Charlemagne, 9th century C.E. "His helmet
now . . . ": George Peele, Polyhymnia.