http://www.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=politicsNews&storyID=4827891&section=news

So the question, George, isn’t about whether anyone had considered the possibility. Someone had obviously considered it at some point, and not all that long before it happened.

The question is, I think, how you explain the fact that when we were given the chance to consider it, it was dismissed out of hand.

Richard Clarke’s looking more and more credible all the time, George.

Publicize this one as much as you can, folks.

BETWEEN

between flirt and affair
between laughter and terror
between the end of the backward rock of the chair
and the start of the backward fall

lies the land you live in

on a Monday morning
before the light wakes up
when your sense is bridging the space between
nothing and something – that’s

the only time

it takes a not-inconsiderable patience
to live this wholly incomplete way
to hang on the day’s pendulum without falling
off into

what?

what some call a great unknown
is just a marigold’s prayer
an antelope’s last thought before hitting
the wall

it is only

the way things are in
this vast continent between the poles
of being and not being
of static and

alive

if you are alive
you cannot win
you are dying in the moment
as fast as you can and

though the wind sleeps

in the blue trance before dawn
something is always moving
at once toward and away
back and forth and up and down

it only appears to be something other than you

Since gotpoetry.com is down at the moment and I’ve heard here and elsewhere from folks who wanted to read the column, it’s right here.

ZERO POINT ZERO: SMALL TOWN POETRY