Monday, March 6, 2017

A LIGHT IN THE DAY

I'm not afraid
to be a
fool, of

non-fruition,
of nothing
happening.

Like a light that shines
in the already calm,
bright middle of day—

sometimes I get down
all the dusty cups
and glasses from my

cabinets, lay them
out across the table,
and just watch them

all remain empty—
in the unutterable name
of possibility.

Other times, I simply rest
in that relatively-
pointless space

between the last line
of one poem
and the title

of your beautiful
next one—not because it's your best,
but because it's the most

unobtrusive
and the most workable
place I can think of.