I want soon.
It’s 5 a.m. It’s noon.
It’s dusk falling to dark.
I listen to music.
I eat up a few wild poems
while time creeps along
as though it’s got all day.
This is what I have.
The dull hangover of waiting,
the blush of my heart on the damp grass,
the flower-faced moon.
A gull of broods on the shore
where a moment ago there were two.
Softly my right hand fondles my left hand
as though it were you.
Little Crazy Love Song
Mary Oliver
Like your heart,
they will change with time
—use little care.
Installation instructions for Mary Oliver When I Wake Up.