it’s a short playlist,
only thirty songs
or so, but
still, it, your
favorite song
of the moment,
came on,
randomly,
without you
selecting it, right
as you
were running up
the biggest hill
of your morning.
and this morning,
your legs felt
adequate
and your lungs didn’t
bother you.
your bowels felt
empty enough,
and your eyes were
ripe with the pale
cloudless
morning
sky.
maybe this is how
you create your own
damning, but
you knew it
as it was
happening,
you said it
to yourself
silently, inside
your head
which was full of
your favorite song,
you said,
“this is
the absolute best
the day
will get”.
before
you even enter
the house, still
breathing heavily,
already
the day has settled
into its nothingness.
the cat greets you
at the door.
it doesn’t want to be
pet, it wants
to go outside, but
it is not allowed.
it follows you
around the house.
it rubs up against
walls.
it looks at you.
you cannot give it
what it wants.
a steady stream of cars
and trucks
files mindlessly
into the hospital
parking lot.
a diesel truck
is left stinking
and running,
empty,
in the harbor parking lot.
it’s barely 7am
and the day can’t get
any better.
the perfect song came on
at the perfect time,
just by chance.
the sky
at that time,
a pale perfect
morning
cloudless
clear.
the same color as
anything can happen.
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