The gravity of the moment
First look at your reflection
How
Like a Beagle’s your eyes
Have become
You follow your nose
When you look for your keys
Grope for your trousers
This dream lies in the shadows
Waiting for the sun
Be there to meet it
Wait
Move through the morning
On bare feet and tiptoes
Take a walk to the water
Make sure that you listen
Whirls the sand and snow
Hellion of heavy weather
How
Like an enraged demon the ocean’s become
Know this
Keep everything covered
When you walk in a nor’ Easter
Lest some flying cosmic debris
Snatch off your hat
A real nightmare
At first light take stock of the damage
Once the wind subsides
Marvel at the quiet
Pick up the pieces
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