On November 13, 2009 I led the first “Spaces Between Your Fingers Workshop” at an Alzheimer’s care residence in Manhattan. It was the first of several I'm doing in partnership with Artists for Alzheimer's (ARTZ), a New York-based non-profit.
PART I
I have a secret
That will break your heart
When you close your eyes
This page is blank.
There is no poem here.
There never was.
What you’re seeing are shadows
Cast by your eyes.
2
I wrote that about two years ago, early in the morning, on my way to teach in North Philadelphia. It was still dark out. The El dipped underground, into the deeper darkness, and I saw my reflection.
I used to do that a lot: scribble little poems or descriptions or metaphors on the way here or there.
like a woman
under an umbrella
in a meteor shower
