Interlude

Industrial Plant, Pasadena, Texas

 “As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.” H.D. Thoreau

 “Teach me to love this prairie muscled over with man’s technology,”

       I asked the man who claimed he had industry in his veins.

 (I have seen a cricket scale a column still,

Bake dry and forget how to sing.

 And I have seen anchored from sleeper to rail

The home of some long-starved spider who stayed in spite of herself.)

 Teach me,” I asked him.

 Help me remember who I am,” he replied.