So I was thinking today
how much I admire your work:
the attention to what ordinary people
want and need, to making the conversation
general. I was thinking about
the love of cities, where strangers
bring what they have and find what they need:
the glory of civilization, and its shame,
which are the same thing (generally) and I was thinking
of how hard and necessary it is to help people
go where they need to go
when they need to go there
and how the City is the whole human problem
at the same time.
General. Trafficking has a bad name,
but I remember your earnestness when I said
if those people in Vancouver didn't want to pay the cost
they shouldn't come to Portland: you said,
"But we want them to come!"
You lit up. We want them to come.
I was thinking that today
is your birthday and how much better the world is
how much better my world is
because you are in it: of the wild,
unreasonable generosity that opens
the gates and makes the streets a necklace
threading the shops and the houses: the jewelry of
a barely imagined giant
just beginning to breathe.