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).
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