but nothing certain
daniel joseph

we looked over the side of the citybound ferry towards where the short haired girl was pointing. no one else stirred, but not being from here we thought it rude not to look, not to acknowledge her finger pointing down into our wake. strings of light spidered through layered clouds & buildings, poking holes into the greengray water, hinting at what might have been the workededge of something solid, something slightly submerged, something now rising, or maybe just a reflection, a fold of water & halflight, but nothing certain that we could make out, nothing like her blue eyes.

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daniel joseph’s Comments

“but nothing certain” (along with “the shuttle drivers,” “waiting on the citybus,” & “emptied all of us there”) is part of an ongoing long song about arriving in places where it seems different axiological conversations are being had; one could say that they are recursive, uncertain & folded arrivals.

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