I came across a cloud, this day, and it sang
of Sad Thursdays. What a cluttered feeling
I have in the bottom of my stomach--
I'm cut of a different cloth, and the week tends
to drain me of hope.
I came across the hole in the ground and wondered
at its expanse, and leaned
my head to the side, imagining all the people
who fell in long ago.
I came across the face of God at the jail; she wept
for all the mothers of dying children.
No, I could not help her.
No, I could not help her.
I've left the day behind, retreating
into the cave of myself, behind the glass-eyed television.
I've happened across
the lovliest girl in the world, underneath these
gray green hazel eyes.
What a wonder to happen upon myself.
