New York Lindsey
Waking at Evening
Because everywhere now there is
snow, my dim studio apartment squeezes in the last
bits of dusky daylight and glows. My dream has faded and my
winning of the 2nd and 3rd places in a spelling bee
at the age of 30 is laughable. Because of this
hour and the current conditions it's slow on i-90.
Beyond that and the train tracks, the twin steeples
of the cathedral blaze through the haze like -
and i would like to think that the bells in the belfries
are warm. The snow keeps coming; something it's resisted
from the start of this season, but now, like a kid at his first
confessional, it all comes out and that is the most joy.
(Poetry inspired photography based on Dan's chapbook, Following The Day).