Table for two

我用我的相機觀望這世界
John用他的筆觀察這世界

Dust on a chair.
Breezes at an open window
Feet walking through leaves
Cold soapy water in a basin
Someone's radio monentarily loud
Greaking stairs. Unoiled hinges.
The street littered with brown leaves
A woman passing with groceries in her arms.
Misshaped shadows at dusk
An old man's unhealthy cough on a porch
The endless maze of sidewalks.
A full moon at a tower's peak
An angry voice from an open window.
A drunk asleep outside a lobby door.
Shadows on a tennis court.
Broken glass in a parking lot.

I don't know why men go mad--
I may be only barely sane myself.

A poem by John Paterson 1976 May