today we are possible.

the morning, green and laundry-sweet,

opens itself and we enter

blind and mewling.

everything waits for us:

I look at the world
From awakening eyes in a black face—
And this is what I see:
This fenced-off narrow space
Assigned to me.

My doggy ate my essay.
He picked up all my mail.
He cleaned my dirty closet
and dusted with his tail.

Can I have a word, please?
It can be any word.
Just give me a word.

Read this to yourself. Read it silently.
Don't move your lips. Don't make a sound.
Listen to yourself. Listen without hearing anything.
What a wonderfully weird thing, huh?

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

If I should die,
And you should live
And time should gurgle on
And morn should beam
And noon should burn
As it has usual done

Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind

Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,
exchanging dreams with
seraphim.