Why I Came
Under amber, the nearly lost
city: I dream myself
here, to enter how I imagine
we had once lived, until our cities
were paved over, stones
from our graves laid
in the new city's walls.
I came because, here,
amber flooded and
cooled over the homes, over
hands blessing candles inside.
And breath from the lost
cities kept moving in living
throats.
The above poem is an excerpt from Stranger's Notebook (Northwestern University Press, 2008). For more information, please see http://nupress.northwestern.edu