IMAGINATION AND REALITY
Inconspicuous deeds, he said, inconspicuous people,
inconspicuous furniture, vases, ashtrays, inkwells,
limping tables, hollow beds — repetitions. He grabbed
the air with both hands as if from the beam
of an invisible roof and remained floating there.
A passerby, with a loaf of bread in his hands,
stopped awhile and asked “what’s going on friend,
why you move your legs, why you hold your hands
up high?” and cutting a piece of bread he offered him.
The other took it, brought it to his mouth, looked around,
and with the bite of bread in his mouth he started talking:
clearly, simply, warmly, almost joyously.