They each were a glass breaking.
The size of two hummingbirds.
My feelings about the morning.
I was looking at the light
& getting it confused with some other
light. I knew the answer
to every question was written down
somewhere, folded away
so that I could see only that it was there.
I have a picture of a picture
that I refer to when there isn’t enough sun.
On those days I let my heart wallow.
It often collapses. Each shift of the sun
indicates something. I have it programmed
to let me know that time is passing.