number 33

food & thought
It was going to be a day that would try, would strain, the bands and cords inside that keep my parts together, motoring on, and moving, but I didn't know that at the morning table alone with my God and my yogurt with cereal stirred in, a good breakfast for a poor man, thinking about how gorgeous, how unbelieveable and ripe with potential the world looked in that very specific light that came down as that sun came up, a miracle, again.

Light, rising
Every thing starts to look plain:
the best job, most striking face --
shiny, temporal prisms.