I woke up wanting to caress
the face of things
to live is enough
I rode a fairground ride in celebration
sky blue Denver tilting
and a small boy by my side
kissing the whirlwind with laughter
I learned that scientists are working
on a bomb that vaporizes
human life on impact
finding us by body heat
leaving the more valuable things
unharmed the buildings
intact the roads the bridges
not even in my dreams had I been
this breathless against my will
will these bridges span?
will the books then read themselves?
for whom will roller coasters roll?
I vowed to quick
caress this sweet quick world
without pity without promise
but with a passion that
even a single soldier rolling
in the dirt of conflict would be more
sacred than a bridge a drop of oil
an ocean of democracy
there will be no more tears then
quick now caress
"That Day" was first published in Le Nouveau Monde Vert.