Rolywholyover, A Circus

for shigemi

In a word the years disappear
and we are sitting at that chess board in Mito;
me on this side
you there
playing across the space of John Cage's brain
in a world of only one rule.

As I remember, three hours passed with us
ending in enough concentration to hear
the sounds of our pieces
taking positions amidst the rest of
randomly hung art works.

Here, on this train of an unimaginable future,
the emotion of a moment
nearly old enough for high school
sets a thread of honesty into my voice
as I tell what this person now gets
to imagine.



by jerry gordon
3.28.09