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

Behind

 

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