DREAMS OF SUSAN SONTAG

 

DREAMS OF SUSAN SONTAG

Last nigh I dreamed of Susan Sontag
and all the conversations we never had
somewhere away from Annie's camera
and the ticking of the unfolding drama.

so many questions in the air
I'm rally glad that Annie was there
they'll drift until Susan's whole story can be told
until then it will all unfold

I never met the girl
and only knew her in print or video
I was dazzled by her intellect
and loved her from a distance

which is as far as our lives would go
it all rhymed in the dream
and fit the page
without a ripple or a seam

today my life is in order
but still the conversation lingers
like a guitar tune
played with sly fingers

echoing above the white noise
of the street
 she sings the advance
so there can be no retreat

so I reread her books
and watch the videos
and share the imagined looks
of lovers in the throes

of a distant longing sorrow
for Susan there is no tomorrow
and all that is left are
 the conversations we never had

and
dreams of Susan Sontag.

JWL
© 03/07/2009