The gated cityAugust 28, 2010
Two weeks ago, I dreamed of the city rising, but gated, padlocked, fenced at every turn. To gain access anywhere, I had to climb. Each time I reached the other side of a fence, the ground fell away where I had just been. There was no going back.
Last year’s stories are not this year’s, and dust has no control over where wind shifts it. But specks of my heart remain on the wrong side of the fence. I turn, clutch the mesh, and look for them, down into the gaping space of what used to be.