Thought of Egypt

  Thought of Egypt

Distraction,

      free flow into another room

            with wide open

                        windows, frost on the edges.

            Left home when the mob

                                                started breaking,

                                          always late

                              I made an arc to fill the

                                                                   sky,

                                dark with dreaming.

                        Saw a fly, on the lightbulb,

                              exacted its meaning,

                                    something like pencil shavings,

                                          disaster miniaturized

                                                like a ship that’s

                                                      breaking

                                                      from the shore –

                                                I recognized that feeling,

                                    like an arm in the air,

                              an Egyptian greeting,

                                     a kiss on the cheek

                        where the soldiers may be shadows,

                                 keeping them dreaming.

2/03  ’11

(also) http://bsa-weeklybits.blogspot.com/2011/02/thoughts-on-uprising-in-egypt.html (a discussion)