The poem of my life is easier to write
at 6 am and far more visible,
how visible the twinkling of its
threads this early in the morning
against the night
light my way best
with the heart of things,
at this time when i haven't
had the time to gather up
all the bits of armor i
would put on to make me
different from you and
me different from him and
him and then
this has always been the
heart of me
to stare into the middle
of this morning blackness
and see
us