Captaining my car
past sea
of sleep to work this morning
I blared Bach
to keep awake and maybe
stoke a little ardor. Arriving humming (I think
it worked), I docked and wandered out and
there
were fatbreasted robins everywhere–
hither and thither-
ing out on the lawn (as if I wasn't
there
at all) and winging
improvisational songs that
blew my
cabin memory of
that
carefully made cantata
clean out of the water.
