The Long Jump as Teleportation
Mexico City, 1968
It only allows itself to be glimpsed.
Though there are prerequisites: the night like a bell jar, the air rarefied & thin.
Because the shortest distance between two points is both
memory & forgetting--
& we are there again--the catamaran's ambient listing. Or
the story of one epileptic's diagnosis--art history, how
the professor seemed "to blip"
Point A. Point B. The hang time in the air. The becoming.
Though it only allows itself to be glimpsed, there is a runway of indeterminate length.
You must think of yourself as both there & gone, arms like a wheel.
If the atmospherics are right, there will be a moment
like a broken mirror:
Call this consciousness. Call this pure awareness--the
Because sometimes you can want something too much, there
is always a threshold
How many feet to tranquility? How far must we leap until we never look back?
I don't need to know anymore.
Once I was there & then I wasn't.