New Background

No famous mobile
cutouts on a lawn
will work. A classic dance
piece from 1958
won’t do. None of those

instantly recognizable faces
disturbing the natural
world. Not a mountain—
or cave for gangster ghosts.
The names I know

come from the wrong
household. Your voice
seeps through a vent
beneath the porch.
Meet me there.

Haunting (Day 2,757)

Incidental instrumentation
is a snare drum dance
on a low stage. The frequency gentle 

and occasional, the result
a steady and uninhibited linger. Blueprints 

to buildings sometimes reveal their windows
upside down, sometimes superimposed
lines pull a stillness over the implied glass. 

Merce Cunningham paused on film
in three movements, the music plays 

without instrumentation—Cage composed
and decomposing. The lyricism of the moment
collides with an unrecoverable 

past. Staggered evidence of feet once buried
in sand, and I’m six and not concerned 

with the inevitability
of high tide.