4425. I HAVE THE UPTICK

I HAVE THE UPTICK

Standing on a ridge counting any pennies

to get me home, three Germans go by - loaded

with backpacks and hiking the trail. I can only

wonder what they say : about this place and

its distant lands - far off, down the river, the

absurd metal twist of New York City, just visible

yet if one squints. Tappan Zee to Bear Mountain,

all things together conspire, bringing back memories

and desires. I know I have been here before. I can

feel it in my bones and smell it in my airs. The very

idea of Cooper and Irving, either one of those clowns,

can bring me tales anew of all I knew and have learned,

here, to do. It's like that, worldwide over. The cloudy gauze

of happenstance and memory, the re-lining of some tired,

old life; all just in time to do it again, all just in time.