138. The Riches of the Ekkeko
Old Spice, cigarette smoke, and steam
make the scent of a father,
or used to, but the past moves only slowly out of place,
so much so that it remains there,
which means still here,
inside us, your children, six of us,
variously rendered, each a different attempt
at attention. Today we make
another attempt, everything
incarnate, halcyon, the last first
hope for something else
or different, in the same way
that the making of a child
is the making of a father,
which we remember as a mythical beast,
the slumber of Sundays, oak from an acorn,
verdant shade on a sun-soaked day, and
walking
walking
walking
with the idea there was always
a place to go, an
other place to be,
knot of a thought of a
brow of an eye of a
man walking a street
of some forgotten city
Cuzco Accra Speightstown Oruro
Windsor Porto Casablanca London
Paris Munich Rome Antofagasta
São Paulo Mogadishu Asuncion
Torrejon Pisa Strasbourg Millbrae
walking as evidence
of waking of watching
of wanting to be of
something but never
of somewhere
just through it
taking it in
thinking it out
holding as a memory
on a little folded card
of a thought the sense
that some place leaves
inside those of us
who never were
of someplace
the world is shutters
before lights in flickering shapes
the world is a shuddering
sense of the machine moving
all these tiny images
so quickly past
that we can hardly grasp
even a scent of them
before they are gone
and we are no longer
in the Panamanian rainforest
or Altiplano cold and dry
or in the deep rich heat
of the Yungas or together
on a grey ship crossing
the grey Atlantic for
Morocco or in the Rome
that was our common but
temporary home or lost
in the streets of Lima
or on Tobago waiting
to be discovered again
We are the six children
of a father, and we do not
come from this place, not
even the places we were born,
not even the places
where we live
We are moving somewhere
else as if we were just
married today and are
creating a new life
for in our world
every day is a new place
every place is
a new home
every home is
a place
to move away from
make the scent of a father,
or used to, but the past moves only slowly out of place,
so much so that it remains there,
which means still here,
inside us, your children, six of us,
variously rendered, each a different attempt
at attention. Today we make
another attempt, everything
incarnate, halcyon, the last first
hope for something else
or different, in the same way
that the making of a child
is the making of a father,
which we remember as a mythical beast,
the slumber of Sundays, oak from an acorn,
verdant shade on a sun-soaked day, and
walking
walking
walking
with the idea there was always
a place to go, an
other place to be,
knot of a thought of a
brow of an eye of a
man walking a street
of some forgotten city
Cuzco Accra Speightstown Oruro
Windsor Porto Casablanca London
Paris Munich Rome Antofagasta
São Paulo Mogadishu Asuncion
Torrejon Pisa Strasbourg Millbrae
walking as evidence
of waking of watching
of wanting to be of
something but never
of somewhere
just through it
taking it in
thinking it out
holding as a memory
on a little folded card
of a thought the sense
that some place leaves
inside those of us
who never were
of someplace
the world is shutters
before lights in flickering shapes
the world is a shuddering
sense of the machine moving
all these tiny images
so quickly past
that we can hardly grasp
even a scent of them
before they are gone
and we are no longer
in the Panamanian rainforest
or Altiplano cold and dry
or in the deep rich heat
of the Yungas or together
on a grey ship crossing
the grey Atlantic for
Morocco or in the Rome
that was our common but
temporary home or lost
in the streets of Lima
or on Tobago waiting
to be discovered again
We are the six children
of a father, and we do not
come from this place, not
even the places we were born,
not even the places
where we live
We are moving somewhere
else as if we were just
married today and are
creating a new life
for in our world
every day is a new place
every place is
a new home
every home is
a place
to move away from
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