how I might take the relative-

how I might take the relative-

-ly godlike fire of the sun without effort,

& here,

hidernating in our hovel,

almost behind today’s

vague infinity shadow

or momentarily

                        -depending on the hour-

wedged in the

spackled/refracted/ephemeral

corners plainly inside this house,

at the window of western january

four-thirty pm

own. it. as. our. own

Son lying, under the comfort with you,

but looking concerned at

the mickey mouse* wristwatch with

that gold brow quiz of his, intoning:

‘huh?’

to the discrepancy in numbers.

                                                                *I guess actually a racecar?