Morning Poem

1.

A ball of wire,

a wall of fire,

an unrequited 

desire to be

inside, to be

outside, to be 

on the other side

of all these

winter clothes.

2.

Start with the start,

the startle,

the resolution to live

inside the rubble,

to throw the rocks

back into the quarry.

[LSS, 3/16/21]