Last Night I Dreamed…

I stood at the top of the Eiffel Tower
the flag red and waving
in the breeze
so high up I stood
that when I dropped the clock
and it fell away from me
spinning, falling faster
I had the sense of time
rushing away, spinning out
of control.
I did not see it land.
But not only that
when the clock fell from my hand
leaving my fingers heavily
I had the sense of somebody near
watching.
Paul Auster stood just over there
leaning against the Eiffel Tower
so high up
sipping a glass of burgundy.
He said in that soft way he has
that it would make a great story.
But I should add an element of chance
and something about the world’s resistance
to antibiotics.