Out in the world, no one sleeps. No one, no one.No one sleeps.—Federico García Lorca, "Sleepless City (Brooklyn Bridge Nocturne)"Madrid 2007. Sometime after 3 am. In six hours, I'll be discussing ... [+]
Like a waterfall Flowing over the aged jagged rocks It has formed over the years. The rusty gutter succumbs, Freedom. The water gushes from this escape route. I sit here in the quiet Listening to the aquatic drama; The stillness of the dark Against the rush of water; I embrace it. But then the dog snores. I listen for your breath. Not out of concern But to still feel we have a connection Of some sort. Desperation on my part. I sit here in the quiet. Happy in the darkness; I know I can breathe Without you.