03.20.2006

My City

This constellation was a name
before words


No god has a hand here,


and distillates of memory


crystallize then reveal
structural flaws


unplanned as cells
gone wild in a tumor


Possibly, the bird
was once an eagle


but now a mourning dove
coos on the window ledge,


abandons its two white eggs
to the pigeon or the peregrine


The hole in the downtown
sky is of another order


purchased from the fractals


made one with the incalculable
past tense about to conjugate a future

Michael Heller (© 2006)