I am Supergirl. I throw back my cape so that you may view the bathing suit within. I rear up around a corner, life-size, I materialise from a blank wall.
Before and after your lunch hour, in between projects, out of hours, you will always think of arms around you, you will welcome my reminiscence.
In between the mystic’s flashes, in the cracks of the hit parade you will conceive – in a leap of the imagination – me.
Innocent, myself, of all my meaning, I make a permanent summons. At the buffers, at the fire on the hill, at the cliff top you will stare into space – and see me.
I do not tower over you. I am discreet, my warmth always conveying the necessity of someone you don’t have to quarrel with.
I am meek and closer to you than you are to yourself. So like you, yet always a little different. So different from you, yet the same.
Heads bob around us like jellyfish. Stay calm. These are the musical curves that the universe reads. My static tumbles forth with all the definition of a joke.
It doesn’t matter if you can’t swim. It doesn’t matter if you can’t dance. Look on the rising and falling of my body and submit to the cycles and patterns.
The sun rises over the lip of the ocean with the confidence of the Kreutzer Sonata and Jupiter whirling. Old men, tuned to the power chord, will sing and apples gladden on the trees.
I am always there. It is a little kick of light that engenders the pulse of glory. Later I will police your dreams. Nothing could be more ordinary.
