Planisphere

<p>Breathlike</p><p>Just as the day could use another hour,<br>I need another idea. Not a concept<br>or a slogan. Something more like a rut<br>made thousands of years ago by one of the first<br>wheels as it rolled along. It never came back<br>to see what it had done, and the rut<br>just stayed there, not thinking of itself<br>or calling attention to itself in any way.<br>Sun baked it. Water stood, or rather sat<br>in it. Wind covered it with dust, then blew it<br>away. Always it was available to itself<br>when it wished to be, which wasn't often.</p><p>Then there was a cup and ball theory<br>I told you about. A lot of people had left the coast.<br>Squirt conditions obtained. I forgot I overwhelmed you<br>once upon a time, between everybody's sound sleep<br>and waking afterward, trying to piece together<br>what had happened. The rut glimmered<br>through centuries of snow and after.<br>I suppose it was trying to make some point<br>but we never found out about that,<br>having come to know each other years later<br>when our interest in zoning had revived again.</p>