344 East 134th Street Apt 6c
Bronx, NY 10454
July 13, 2001
I am at a juncture, an intersection. It’s a curious location. Perhaps
I’ll move to another city.
On my way to a job interview yesterday I saw Esu-Elegbara, trickster of
the crossroads, stepping out of the offices of GEO Information and
Mapping. As I passed in front of him he seemed to recognize the
book I was carrying. As naturally as smiling, he turned to follow me.
A gust of wind unexpectedly stole the book from my grip, and blew its
pages into the stream of passing traffic. Somebody shouted, "Don't move!"
When I turned I saw a man in a wheelchair peeling two of the detached
sheets off his jacket. He handed them to me and I thanked him. Then a
bus pulled up beside us, and the man stood up, adeptly collapsed the chair,
and disappeared inside. I watched the vehicle break into the line of cars,
then walked toward something fluttering on the pavement.
A swan arose from the waters of a lake. Its neck, the trickster noticed, was
pink as the single magnolia blossom on a nearby tree. Esu-Elegbara
entered the mind of the flying bird and saw a map of a city spread below.
Clouds obscured the sun as I gathered the last pages from the street and
put them, randomly, within their cover. The book sank to the bottom of
my shoulder bag when I boarded the cross-town bus at East 79th Street.
And in the green, between one side of town and the other, the clouds
thinned to slivers.