we climb down the manhole / where history waits, and we can read / its
layers or at least imagine themFrom a balcony overlooking an urban back
lane, a poet watches those walking below - their identities unknown and
yet grasped through real and imagined evidence of foibles and personal
inclinations, details of habit that reflect the strangers' inner selves,
humanity in all its weaknesses, illnesses, and propensities. In watching
for life David Zieroth ponders questions about how to live and how to
continue. The poems reach out in imagining the lives of others, and the
poet himself is watched in turn. Zieroth conjures the history of his
environment and the people who pass through it, reminding us of "the
place we occupy / unfinished within ourselves" and our hunger to locate
ourselves in the strangers we encounter. Intimate and observant,
watching for life features poetic reflections on men, women, children,
crows and gulls, pigeons, rain and snow, patched pavement, delivery
trucks, night, and time.