Tonight is calm and sober
Light penetrates dark as if weary
My desk is cluttered, keys to keep out cold
Sunglasses to dim the silences
Alarm clock to wake an insomniac
A lamp turned down in shame
Scraps and coins, scraps and coins
My hands typing,
Certainly somewhere
Someone has just
Witnessed a miracle
Certainly somewhere
Someone has just typed a perfect poem
thrown it away because it wasn’t enough.
In the summer when it is too warm to be lonely
My desk is clear; night is calm and sober,
I sleep long.
