Home in my mouth
spot along the way that precedes the exercise
of spinning while on the way to the ecstasy of reading.
It's only later that I pick up the pieces
that lead back to the desk or the job or whatever.
What utensils are available to blur the incidents
enough that total hours are transformed?
Or what smudge is thorough enough
to get the head bent in the ripe position?
I will perform the exercise--the soothing
nature of humming--the words--the way my
tongue forms words out of breath and the breath
makes itself a home in my mouth.
That is enough--it will do for now.