friday 7 march 02008 9:46am
california and jackson, a silver-gray morning on which the water matches the sky

my friend lives
on a high hill
in a place
with many windows.
this morning i looked
past the cathedral next door
and the sprawl of skyscrapers below
and for a moment, oh, a moment, wondered
how that vast ship
could be floating
in the air between the skyscrapers
like that.