Text: So White

Eric Davis (b. 1966)
Poetry: Ben Mazer (b. 1964)

So white, the sunlight on the buildings
Compels the eye inward to distances,
Obsolete voyages, longing to recall
The immaculate sojourn at the heart of time.

The crowds move light as flies or paper
Through streets that rise to meet the sun;
What is unique on which the gaze in strung
That finds enough in simply being here,
Is the illumined shutter through which are flung
The different worlds, of beauty and despair.