in distances - started last evening...completed just now

near Cirueña, La Rioja, Spain

in distances 

in distances flowing 

into distances flowing

into dissonances 

into distant dissonances

flowing so far

into the present 

and we catch them

only as a scent 

on a cold evening

before a bellowing

winter storm leaves

its past in our driveways

and in our churches and mosques

and in our temples and airports

and in our trains

and in our subway stations

and in our autos

and in our kitchens

and in our beds and baths

and on the stony ground

and in the dark dirty dungeon

and in the tomb

and in the pit

and in our driveways

and what’s left

by a bellowing winter storm

has melted leaving only

with its scent the scent

of distant dissonances

flowing so far into the present

that it’s already past

in the distances

in the distances flowing

into distances flowing

into dissonances

into distant dissonances

flowing so far into

the present
we catch them 
only as a scent