Miles and Coltrane playing in Stockholm
enlivens a wet Christchurch afternoon
and I come to the realization I knew
what Trane was going to play next.
It was at this point that I knew
two days of prowling the city
had taught me the pattern of streets,
the beat of our feet connecting
to the sight of the eyes and
the frontal lobes. All this
connectivity part of writing -
but as Ezra Pound told WS Merwin,
Read seeds, not twigs.