Safe House

Meet me there
upon the projected wall
beyond
the shadows of our reflections
riding the whirling
horses of this carosel.
Time is our revolution
like a picture of the ocean
nailed up on a theater door.

The magic of a film
is in its flashing:
the betrayal of
how the light dies
before the eye
forgets.

I didn't touch your face
that morning in the bamboo;
what would be impossible
if that were possible?

I have seen our house
within an earthen pot;
everything we need to be
safe, from TV, books and coffee
to news, a bed and jazz.



by jerry gordon
inspired by Fred Wilson's Safe House II, 2003