BY JAN HAAG

INTRODUCTION + POETRY + ESSAYS + MUSIC + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART





CROSSING THE METRO DIVIDE

4-26-00




Vaulting an acre high.
pristine white and green and cream,
little brown spider chairs,
three each around each spindly table...
One thin row of tables and chairs
on each side of the immense hall
laid still with the original, small,
octagonal tiles, and a linear pattern
here or there...

I sat alone with the silent, highly polished,
wooden doors lining each side above the slightly
greener than celadon, square tiles
and ate my unheated Phad Thai
from a plastic carton, with the give-away
chopsticks.

I had no experience whatsoever, no emotion,
no thought. It was like standing before the guru
many years ago. I could never remember a single
thing to ask him or tell him.
Struck dumb, I could only bow
and step aside. Here in
the vasty hall of the old King Street Station
where Metro had moved in, but kept
this great room so plain, so clean,
that even I had to ask if I might cross it
to get a bus schedule from the room indicated.

"Across there you mean?"
And when I stepped in, the silence, the cool
breeze from vastly distant overhead ducts,
the twinkling lights that graced the vaults great ribs,
the new swept floor, the emptiness of this public room,
-- not even one plant --
and I thought:
But there are tables here, I have my takeout with me.
I could sit here. And I did






Copyright © 2000 Jan Haag
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Jan Haag may be reached via e-mail: jhaag@u.washington.edu




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BY JAN HAAG


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