Black and White All the people are wearing black. Coming out of stations, scrambling on buses, crossing the street, stacked on escalators they look like letters running away from words I am struggling to understand. There is no way to fix them blurred as they are by movement, mirrors and cracked glass. I am trying to write you down on this white space in longhand, calm you, still you, put my arms around you, touch your face, trace the cheekbone, hold you long enough for you to read   the  words we have been assembling