Women, warm, round and expecting,
wandered my dream, greeting me,
and I wondered how
how;
Three before me, at three drugstore registers,
buying sodas, and sodas and alcohol,
at 8 a.m.
and I wondered how
how;
Baristas, happy, welcoming, enjoying
each other, customers, both and
still… how
how.
Knowing fullness, itch for escape, joy,
and my own irritation with life that,
conveniently, hasn’t been included in the list,
leaves confusion with a half-smile at how
all this exists now
along with much, much…
much more.