Right there—
that Feeling—
like you've
picked the wrong
foot to start off
on
this sun-
tousled wide un-
predictable morning—is a little bit
like feeling—that those
glistening and daft-
happy geese splashing—off
in
the in-
comprehensible
distance you're tied to—have somehow
or other—managed
to pick—
the wrong pond.
