Wayne Price – As if Hurrying

photo credit: Varde Kommune

 

Wayne Price
As if Hurrying

As if hurrying
through the slant
light of early evening,

the city closing
like a box. As if in
the terrible privacy

of dreams. And
rain begins. The heavy
domes of black umbrellas

mushroom
in nodding lines. Or as if
dressing in the dark,

in the not-
quite dawn, in a room
not your own,

the unwholesome
chill of clothes
that have somehow become

strange to your skin.
Or as if the vehicles
we thought we owned,

crouched
in late-night
streets and depots, knew

everything, knew
everything, and would not
wake to carry us on.