when people hold their cigarette aloft

it’s because they have something to say. when they hold it


below their waist it’s because they’re done

saying it.


Sometimes at night
when I can’t sleep
because of the wind
I go and stand
in the library of glaciers.
I stand in another world.
Not the past not the future.
Not paradise not reality not
a dream.
An other competence.
Wild and constant.

-Anne Carson