FIELD NOTES — Exhibits recovered from Plate 10 document a minor illumination event in which light persisted despite the absence of weather, witnesses, or useful procedure.
one small light
left on
one small light
not gone
after the weather
after the wire
after the birds
after the fire
we waited
where the morning stopped
with our hands
inside the sound
the sky had closed
its little office
the rain was nowhere
to be found
a thin machine
kept singing softly
not a song
and not a word
something warm
beneath the static
something almost
like a bird
do not call it hope
do not call it home
do not touch the light
leave the light alone
do not ask the air
what the air has seen
some things stay alive
inside the machine
this is the last warm signal
not enough to save the day
this is the last warm signal
still too bright
to throw away
this is the last warm signal
thin as wire
soft as rust
if it breaks
it breaks in silence
if it stays
it stays with us
there were names
inside the cabinets
there were fields
inside the floor
there were clouds
without a country
there were wings
behind the door
we had counted
all remaining
we had folded
every form
but something small
kept disobeying
something damaged
something warm
do not call it love
do not call it loss
do not name the wire
do not count the cost
do not ask the room
why the room still breathes
some things stay behind
when everything leaves
this is the last warm signal
not enough to save the day
this is the last warm signal
still too bright
to throw away
this is the last warm signal
thin as wire
soft as rust
if it breaks
it breaks in silence
if it stays
it stays with us
small light
small error
soft pulse
sharp weather
small light
small error
still here
still here
what is left
when the birds are counted?
what is left
when the rain is filed?
what is left
when the garden closes?
what is left
when the air goes mild?
not a forest
not a river
not a sky
and not a name
just a signal
almost human
just a warmth
inside the frame
I heard it
underneath the table
I heard it
behind the wall
I heard it
inside the silence
trying not
to be at all
it was not
a living creature
it was not
a final plan
it was only
a small remainder
of the outside
in the hand
this is the last warm signal
not enough to save the day
this is the last warm signal
still too bright
to throw away
this is the last warm signal
thin as wire
soft as rust
if it breaks
it breaks in silence
if it stays
it stays with us
one small light
left on
one small light
not gone
do not call it hope
not yet
not yet