When I feel these surges

I should sit down and write.

Instead I lie on pillows

And watch TV

Because it’s easier

Than riding the wave of clarity.

I spent the morning

Watching three-year-olds

Learn Spanish.

They looked at me

With big speckled eyes.

One of them hugged me,

He’d never seen me before

But he was my friend.

It was almost too much to bear.

At 5 I turned 33,

It’s already the 23rd

In Rome.

I cried in the shower,

It doesn’t count

When you’re already wet.

At sunset
Chicago was

Blessed

With a Roman breeze.