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Chapter One: April Fool’s Day (Continued)
There’s time to think on a plane.
That’s an understatement.
There’s time to grow old on a plane.
To change your karma.
Take up knitting.
Plan the future.
Understand James Joyce.
But you don’t.
You just sit.
And one generation passes away,
and another one comes in its stead;
and the earth abideth forever, they say,
but you never can quite get ahead.
Water, water, water water–clouds.
The sun also rises, the sun also sets.
He’s short on surprises, and never forgets.
And always he riseth again.
Water, water, water, water–clouds.
The wind blows to the south, then turns to the north;
he bloweth about, but he knoweth his course,
and always he knows where he’s been.
Water, water, water, water–land.
And that which has been is that which shall–
Wales, the green and rich and earthy,
the rolling, itchy, woolen scarf about the neck of Britain.
Lo and behold, I’ve contracted a cold.
Some ancient, foggy Druid cloud
crept in through an unseen crack,
or by means of mystic Celtic ritual,
mythologized, then materialized inside my throat,
cluttering up my nodes, and clouding my nasorium.
big dumb guy,
hangin’ around and hemmin’ and hawin’.
Idiot miner’s son,
secret bane of a proud, upstanding Welshtown man,
ruinous, illegitimate child,
reminder of one night’s sweet, departing faithfulness.
Child of lust,
child of Druid legacy,
vi-o-rus of mys-ter-y,
big dumb guy.
But just then, in the midst of my miserious ruminations,
the earth reached up and catched us,
grabbed us with her grinning grey
Managed to get through customs
without them discovering my secret atomic molecule blaster.
carrying a shoulder bag that was never intended
to rest on shoulders so sloped and rounded as mine,
I walked down a long and white and porcelain tunnel
which eventually came to a train station
after first passing through the center of the earth.
Waves of fever passing over me:
Is this it? Have I died?
Is this what it’s like, death?
Walking down a tunnel with a
big, dumb guy
Is this it?
Lugging a bag and looking for something
that may or may not exist,
and if it does, anyway,
how would a person know?
It might be lying.
Is this it?
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