upon our first
waking,
when we are still
silent,
and the world is
all light
and mist and innocence—
that is the time
when we know
without knowing
the most profligate
meaning of confidence.
For what in the world
is each as-yet-
untrodden morning
but a bright,
and an earnestly
spontaneous conversation?
And somehow,
we think—
without the
least hint
or embarrassment:
if I just play it cool,
I could
easily insinuate
this unsuitable
body right-
smack in the middle of it.
