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.