I don’t know how
this stuff happens,
but — like a gravity well —
I seem to draw it in.
Nothing bad, mind.
In this case,
in fact,
quite the opposite.
Just strange.
I think I’ve got things measured,
and they grow
or shrink
by a full twelve inches
just to make me jump.



Gotta feed the cat.
Gotta feed myself.
Gotta shower
get dressed
walk out that damn door
which weighs a thousand pounds
and only leads to a more public perdition.
This is how to stay alive.

To see the clouds
for what they are
and know that the
sky remains pure
and calm
beyond them,
this is how to live.