I place my morning poem here tonight. It perhaps completes what was begun in the night. Steve wasn't sure he followed all of that, and so it was meant to be, like dreams. This one, is perhaps, more clear, and is my response to the beginning of this day. All is quiet tonight for me. I am peacefully absorbing the night, as I peacefully absorbed this day.
silent
the wind has passed
the day is quiet
who would know the chairs
were blown over in the night
that I awakened in disquieting fright
concerned for the trees overhead -
now
there is nothing to say
if I listen to the day -
all was said
before
the light -