she told me her dreams
I
we were at some sort of showing
some sort of exhibit
where they were displaying the glass
sculpture, it was eighty-three
billion years old, and it was
more smooth than anything
and it went on and on, one smooth
curve after another
it was so old
they displayed it on the water
was it a lake, or the ocean
it rested on the water, religiously
and I was in the water with someone
a man, I don’t know who
and we were swimming around it,
touching it
he was on the other side, told
me to swim under it
I didn’t think I could make it across
but I went under, across I went
I kept feeling the sides, the smoothness
somehow, transcribed along the
sides of the sculpture, was a
time line, a record of history
there’s wasn’t much at eighty-three
billion years ago, but there was
more and more the closer we got
to present
I remember reading Lyndon
Johnson’s name, and then I saw
information about the future
it was all on the glass, I was
looking at it, but I can’t remember
what it says