Tuesday, March 17, 2020

AT LEAST

it's okay, because
I don't need much
anyway. Maybe just

this morning—to walk out
among the smirking mud,
the purring bare branches,

the glad right angles
of brick and limestone
apartment buildings—

each one perfectly etched
in that promising kind
of light from the east

which causes you
to squint a little,
forcing a half-smile

while you inhale
the enigmatic air
of a not-quite-yet spring

and say to yourself
(and mean it
more than you don't) that

it's okay, because
you don't need much
anyway. At least

not right now—
and maybe
not even today.