core thought
core thoughtat home thinking a spark
where day starts,
all begins in the dark.
five this morning
playing piano in my head
figuring it out, doing the left hand,
making it better, keeping it tight, lying in bed.
and i said, time moves on, six-thirty; oh,
the sun is on the mask now, the stone medallion
over the door on the building opposite our window.
i’m up this instant and want to take a photo of it.
the mask is already
a few hundred years old
and i want to preserve it
forever, on celluloid? am i joking?
and i take one, it is blurry.
i take five, all are blurry.
for one minute some days,
some times i think of
these swans in stone, this family seal.
the sun kisses it brief moments, mornings
when it is sunny. if i am looking
at the right time, in the right month, i see it.
though, can’t think of it now, planning this day, i am.
have to make breakfast and shower,
then catch a train to pick up the car.
we’ll find a place to park it when we get here
back to where we start, some other hour
at the beginning, home again
at the beginning of the day
then, when the sun is rising
