I get anxious when I haven’t
written a poem in two days.
What if I’ve lost my grip?
But I’m always amazed—
I just sit down, and my poem
flows like praise.
So, can I drift
off once again and write the poem I haven’t written in two days,
whatever poem it is?
The ghost of McCulloch can say whether it’s like his long leap—
amazingly,
I’ve landed safely beyond the precipice.
Now all my waking thoughts are counted sheep,
assuaging my anxiety that I haven’t written a poem in two days.
How I do love you! Let me count
the ways.
I love you because we help each other sleep.
We’re both amazed
at the deep slumber-realm we’ve
strayed
into, hearing only the faintest peep
of a boast that I have written a poem in the last two days.
Let’s stay amazed!
