Here is the day, sun, gulls
backlit and cresting, a jackhammer
going on, suggesting
I’m here but not really
in it, I’m more
of a person in early
ambient fall,
near a fountain, and Thursday
farmers’ market
like an architect’s model, precise,
small me, stuck on a bench
reading a book, lending the air
of things going too fast.

Lia Purpura’s collection of essays On Looking was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award. Her new collection of poems is King Baby. She is writer in residence at Loyola College in Baltimore, Maryland.