Roll with Me

I want this day to embody
the highest quality and conception
that time passing by rapidly can provide.
Perhaps something like an airtight plot
in a really good movie about someone
getting on the subway and just doing
some pleasant things like reading some James
Schuyler poems under the East River.
I want to feel good about it being February.
The world is a mess but I'm in it,
so I'll make the best of it.
Also: I want to try doing the daily
things that don't require much dramatic
energy other than just paying attention
to the details as they swirl around.
Then I'll have some soup and salad
for lunch and just generally
sit around on my ass.