Cliche Juice
By David Duchovny
The following is an original poem by David Duchovny, as seen in the July
1998 issue of "Movieline Magazine."
Home is where the heart is and my heart is
out travelling. Up into the wild blue yonder,
wingless, prayerful that this miracle of flightwill not end, just yet.
Also at home, with you, on the ground
wherever you might be at the moment, grounded
like a highschooler, like a wire, like a bird and a wire,
feet on the ground and my heart in my throat now, now
in my feet, lawfully descending with gravity
to the lower, lowest, most sought aftermost beautifully bound, home.
Aspirations involve reparations. We reachfor the stars wondering what we are.
But my Reason has been foundby finding you and looking down. And it is there,
not in the stars of fantasized worlds, fifth
dimensions, sixth senses, holy parallel potentates of
potentialities-that my feet will tracetheir slow as history dance:
a walking calligraphy so subtle that it will take 40 years
and more and a view from above
with an impersonal remove and lofty attachment I hope
to barely fail at that mythical two-backed beast; itinerant stasis;
like the one I enjoy up here in the well attended air,
to read the cursive strokes of my aggragate footsteps,
like some fairy tale dissolve, "Once upon a time" or twice
written on our little page of earth, ground,wherever our home may bewill be
wherever we happen to be.
