:::From the Archives: I'm Here:::

I wrote this post some time last August, but never published it.


I can hear children playing in the housing project across the street from my building. Children still play outside.

And crickets singing in the night air.

The white noise of cars.

Buses moving down their route.

The hum of my refrigerator.

That vacant but sonorous noise of cities at night.


My blinds are moving in the subtle breeze.



This is a good moment.