This Little Thing

It’s morning… slowly. I’m fine, A real fine thing (Small miracle, luck, Whatever). A hard night costs, we know Hours that lengthen forever Between dreams We don’t remember (But we know). Little by little I'm better though- Sun's wrapping warmth About me (in ways Old hands know), Soothing nightmares, Working out kinks. Like a river, Or a lover’s voice. I’m getting better. (Can’t get worse). Coffee’s brewing, stocking Up scents of optimism. Kitchen’s nice, hand's busy (I’m repenting) cuz it's heavy The thing I said Before dawn, what was it? Screw it! Coffee's done, And how large these Distortions can look Before it. Go read your book About beauty as forms We hadn't guessed- (Wizard without knowing). And I’m better, Through hands shaking, Faint smiles and soft aching. To know what all fades, And I have this one thing, Just this little thing (To savor).