Let's see if I can find the poem.
It's a small poem.
It's called "In Defense of Nothing".
"In Defense of Nothing".
I guess these trailers lined up in the lot off the highway
will do.
I guess that crooked eucalyptus tree also.
I guess this highway will have to do
and the cars and the people in them on their way.
The present is always coming up to us, surrounding us.
It's hard to imagine atoms, hard to imagine hydrogen and oxygen
binding, it'll have to do.
This sky with its macular clouds also
and that electric tower to the left, one line broken free.