Saturday, January 3, 2009

Stop Keeping Things (All to Yourself)

The apartment is an atmosphere.
Promptly the alarm goes off, tiny insistence
downstairs where it does no good.
I set it and went upstairs to sleep.
I am sitting now where it has gone off.
To help witness a contagious happiness.
Good morning, ageless sacrament of living dust,
I think you're every bit as beautiful
as your mirror whispers.