"non siamo...non vogliamo"...

"non siamo...non vogliamo" - Montale
The nothing - or the not - thinks of course, and gestures into any certain absence. You thought as long might have said so quickly,
in passing; distinctly absolute, furtive and improbable, this tentative void, quiet now, and the jet engines roar skyward,
the refrigerator buzzing sounds then shudders still, lights in the hallway, shadows at the door; imagine storefronts and littered gangways,
someone slouched darkly at the corner, a corpuscle in your eye, perhaps, nothing worth noting; nonetheless, a hand moving,
the jitter of skin