You wanted to be blessed
Good morning, spring, sweat, so many second chances it no longer makes sense to count them; stammer nervous a little prayer to no one, step into the sunlight, just love it, just think of kissing and almost kissing and the dark and the last low moon you dreamed of. It all comes down to Yes, to No. There’s a door that is locked or unlocked, someone who holds your gaze or drops it into that deep well of all that’s irretrievable. Let’s just be now, in early April, with the windows open & seeds streaming across parking lot, & leave the blossoming until tomorrow, for we have, after all, so little to do with it.