Okay

I strapped some songbirds to my legs
so I can begin the day with music no fog head
clear and precise flanked by compassion
this wan light looping into the room
circling the books I make sounds
that imply I'm doing okay with loneliness
when I breathe a lot of birds are singing
I never heard them before now
someone is starting to get awake
stretching the spine open in
bed a live animal speaks
history will never repeat itself
the walls are stripped and repainted
the table scrubbed for action
flagrantly dismissed but not wandering
I made the choice one night
honing in with a laser on air
I'm that full of light.