and at noon I will fall in love and nothing will have meaning except for the brownness of the sky, and tradition, and water and in the water off the railway in New Haven all the lights go on across the sun, and for millennia those who kiss fall into hospitals, riding trains, wearing black shoes, pursued by those they love, the Chinese in the armies with the shiny sound of Johnny Cash, and in my plan to be myself I became someone else with soft lips and a secret life, and I left, from an airport, in tradition of the water on the plains, until the train started moving and yesterday it seemed true that suddenly inside of the newspaper there was a powerline and my heart stopped, and everything leaned down from the sky to kill me and now the cattails sing.
From Ring of Fire by Lisa Jarnot, published by Zoland Books. Copyright © 2001 by Lisa Jarnot. Reprinted with permission of Zoland Books, Inc. All rights reserved.
Date Published: 2001-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/brooklyn-anchorage