What part of your day delighted you,
the gasoline lunging into the tank
and how it stops itself before spilling,
its restraint. Pale headlights streaming
down the freeway like white blood cells.
The small cemetery you pass each day
but have never wandered through.
What gave you trouble. The universe
speaking to you through a song
on the radio. The stuffy room.
The geese. Dates flicking their tails
as you chase them for their significance.
Can you close your eyes to this.
Can you ease the day away from you.
Withdraw your hands from these tangles,
good night, good night, you will be ready
to return sooner than you think.