First Day


The first thing I do

Is scope the day

Maybe I suss out

How I’m feeling


Unconsciously, I think

Of God


S: How can you do

With any awareness

An unconscious thing?


How can I not

Look out the window

See the wide dark

Bend of branches

Reaching up toward

Undefined scenery



And not think about

Even in my fuzzied

State of waking up


Who made it all, the

Unclear parts, too


S: Well


Well, nothing—I

Think of God


And when the light

Gets bigger with

Some yellow, I’ll

Think better