The blue lights of suburban living rooms (idea)
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Thu Oct 05 2000 at 5:26:04
It's always late when it occurs to me to go for a walk. Do I save up my jitteriness so I don't have to go to bed? It's not safe,
a woman alone
on dark streets
, 2 am. I carry no mace, whistle, gun. But I won't encounter anyone, never do; it's a small town, silent at this hour. I am the only person looking at this neighborhood's patch of sky. Everything's closed means nowhere to go means no reason to be out, unless you're me.
I am walking away from my house, that is what feels the best.
Let everything difficult dissolve
into the distance behind me.
The sky is better than a picture. It is not flat.
I like this town
because it has things in it, but not enough things to kill the stars. Orion stands firmly where he has always stood, no need to question if that's really his belt. Cassiopeia, the Perseid bunch, all safe in their slow revolve. I move
in my slow cycle
around my neighborhood and try to reach a setting where
I feel as stable as a star.
It's a nice thing to try for.
I pass lots of trees the Latin for which I do not know. I startle the same brown bunny I startle every night, he is frozen and then whisking away in the undergrowth. Mostly I pass living rooms flickering dimly,
black and tv blue
. I wonder what magic has captivated
the unseen people
- or is the mystery contained in their being so easily hypnotized?
I'm easier, I think. The living-room people have laughter and faces and soap commercials; they are entertained by something that makes sense. Maybe they are
or maybe they are just
seeking the absence of thought
. I am doing both. I have the stars and the sky and a bunny and my rhythm, arms legs head back all looping the same loop. Walking is walking. It's not as if you become more proficient at it.
may thicken, your stamina may stretch, but it is still
the same habit of motion
. I walk and I walk. I let the rhythm become my easy absence of thought. It is better this way, I am left with only pale flickers of myself, inside a darker house.
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