January 12th, 2008
Cabiria, Cabiria. I just saw you, Cabiria.
I saw you walking, wreathed in music and smiling faces.
The stark thin trees on either side.
Your mouth making that funny, smirky smile.
Guided where? How does your night end?
Shepherded by laughing kids on bikes
To what boat, what river?
A final water?
Or soft folds of wave
To help ferry you
To where we start again?