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)