Somewhere over there the lawyer with a yellowish leaf in his hair;
somewhere out of sight a swallow soaring away from our dog-nose weather;
elsewhere the stable-hand for an equestrian team; elsewhere
the bodhisattva stretching by the river or the sleepwalking knife-thrower,
the dubious bridegroom or the cosmetic dentist or the smiling steamfitter;
otherwise the town TB doctor, a whoreson of the adamantine
as he comes by law, a doctor come to a cold apartment
for an old man’s cough; otherwise the contented singer of karaoke,
or the anti-semite & his pyramid scheme; otherwise, in a soaking tub, a tenured
gnostic or a tan Micawber; otherwise Joey Gallo in Umberto’s clam bar;
or in Berlin, at the Atelier Jacobi, Lotte Jacobi; elsewhere
the Secretary of Defense, & the wolfhound sent down to retire
him, a conductor of souls; elsewhere the young girl who’ll swim the length
of a warm pond (because her guardian naps), or a policeman eating
beer-battered shrimp; somewhere else what used to be called an industrialist;
and a nun about to go over the wall; & a judge sowing an apple seed;
elsewise, at an auction dock, a bayman unloading the white & gray
bushel-baskets of littlenecks & cherrystones, or the Irish wholesaler
with his herring & whitebait, glistening grey & pink eels on chipped ice,
the sawdust under his feet wet with blood; elsewhere a clerk
at a lighting outlet; otherwise someone steered by brighter devices;
someone trimming his sideburns; a settler; a currency trader; a choral director;
elsewise the rooster who stunned Ophelia, a rooster with patten-leather
boots, shoes like clement black candles; otherwise Ophelia; or the Moroccan boy
and his breakfast of hardboiled eggs, aboard the bus from Tetuan to Fez
a Berber who wiped his mouth on his sleeve; or a dumbfounded skeptic
or a vixen or a lotus-eater or a grandmother or an unbaptized doorman—
all those other lives & destinations that might have been mine, but weren’t—
because there are two kinds of distance between us—towards, & away.