when people hold their cigarette aloft

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

down

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