Each morning, I re-inscribe rituals

For the approaching day, rescind

The night’s remains with haste

And diligence to avoid decay

Into a more disruptive pattern.

I move through the dark, from bed

To stairs, as bits of dream and desire

Intermingle like fireflies drifting

Through a midsummer field.

An echo of night’s constellations,

I connect arbitrary bits in the past,

Tracing lines into patterns I imagine,

Until all my life’s lore is rewoven,

And I step into the day fully clothed.

(December 19, 2017)