Also from the bus.
News that President Obama will take personal charge of airstrikes in Syria strikes me as wrongheaded, although of a piece with his “Game of Drones” approach to targeting his Middle Eastern enemies. The precedents for this are (1) JFK re: the Bay of Pigs, a disaster; and (2) Hitler around and after 1943. Of course, Obama should be engaged, but we have a military for a reason.
In the midst of months, the ides divide the time
as pre- and post-, like a gate that’s opened
and closed, before and after. A slow climb
through gardens to a boxwood square. We spend
an hour there, then climb again - where hawks
drift in the wind. Stones, a fence. Clear air,
the sea distant, iron blue. We take walks.
Cold in the morning. Rising slow. Your hair.
One divides up time like salt. And after,
cleft, the line’s inexact but fixed, bone dry,
while you move. Between sadness there’s laughter.
Divided and divided, yes, and why?
Smote the sea and it opens, life confides;
the corollary unsaid: Time divides.