even know
what it means—
much less
how to make it.
It's just something
you wake up and
find yourself always
in the middle
of have been doing
already.
But it's a lot
less like speaking
than like
singing in your sleep:
in rhythms
with no histories
and melodies
left suspended;
and without that
grammatical net
of guarantees—
and of course,
on an instrument
which is only as valuable
as its capacity
to be left, every night,
unattended.
