Lexapro

Not as many days these days

when I wake up praying help me

help me

help me

to a possible God.

I am listening to dawn

in the yawning trees.

Calling him away from scents;

is it like making him skip pages

in his favorite story,

the one he rereads every day

because there’s always something new?

If books were like that,

if they changed overnight,

would you need only one?

I can spend these steps in idle speculation.

Chill and cloud.

First dandelion, first turkeys,

first snowdrops, first crocuses,

first running storm-drains

washing winter down to the ocean.

I can deal with this.

March 11 2024