I am leaving in the dream and I
don’t know where I’m leaving
from or going to when I hear,
“Here and now to here and now”
as if that means anything.
Think of pictures I have taken
of landscapes and know there
is no possibility of repeating them –
everything from where I’d stand,
what I’d see, the frame of time
that no second, minute, hour
can hold exactly would be different.
And so would I, repeat, “Here and now
to here and now” look outside, look
in, get that wry smile my dad would sometimes
get when he preached speaking for God.