(from a while back, but I'll still own it)
So I get up again
with my head wet and bruised
to try again
and find something
cool and sparkly and juicy
in a day designed to be
everything but those things
maybe I’ll hear a song
that will remind me
of my long gone grandpa
maybe an email will come
and tell me
someone bought a copy of my book
maybe I’ll find
the perfect pastrami sandwich
maybe everyone I’m supposed
to meet with
will decide to resign and
I won’t have to meet with them
Maybe an unseen bird
singing in a bright blue sky
happily unaware
of all this human folly
little surprises
in an otherwise deadening
march toward death
help keep my perspective
maybe I’ll even write something
I sit in quiet wonder
in a world that waits for me
to join in its pageantry
in the Carl's Jr parking lot
with my foot on the brake
and
slow down
and enjoy
my sausage and bacon sandwich.