I don’t want eventual,
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
Arrange them in a way that feels right in this moment.
Like your heart,
they will change with time
—use little care.

Installation instructions for Mary Oliver When I Wake Up.
© Ryan Beckemeyer