Sweet sense of place
the comforting shine of peace, attempts
to link one precious moment of those to the next
pray that the rigors are effortless
Stand on the precipice of a step on a stoop
in the sea of the serious warm morning shine
and look for the daily paper, early, everyday, your life
and remove the disconcerted flicker when it is not there
See where your comfort is supposed to be
and make it, demand it, force it
among the drying soil in terra cotta pots, dying plants
reaching for infinite possibilities, milking the last of life
Stretching this chemical biological process to its conclusion
as you are here you may well go for it, reaching, an easy
embrace of defiance, not derailed, do not go easily
and bear smooth severe vigilance for the insight that rides the wind.