Thursday, October 24, 2024

PRIME MOVER

Each morning, 
I wonder 
where does it come from—

the intangible breeze 
that whispers in 
each morning 

to dissolve with its 
cool kiss the last 
of my dream logic 

and flirt 
just a bit with 
my diffident curtains? 

The uneven 
surface heating
due to elevation

which leads to 
pressure differentials 
on the far side of the planet.

But no, say my 
cold toes, that can't 
be the answer, can it? 

It's far too impersonal 
to have clambered 
through my window—and, 

to be the provocation 
that I need, 
far too certain.