Poetry Issue 2

   Issue#2: Jan - Mar 2003

L. Lacambra Ypil

The Discovery of Landscape

      When we saw the city,
      We believed again in time.
      Line of the tall spires and the bend
      Of a bright sky.

      We believed again in space.
      Light of the large looms
      and the roof of the wrong eye.

      We believed again in perfectibility
      (if not perfection), in the fresh
      (if not the new).

      We named it progress. The past
      was not warm, so we named it dead.
      We named everything we could not touch

      Passed. (If not pleased.) We believed
      Again in what was large.
      Might of the long road and the wrist

      Of the wrong risk.
      (If not the right way)
      When we made the step back--

      Look. There. Clear measure
      Of the flock on the far tip,
      Of all the missed trips.
      When we saw the city--