I wake, coiled up in
the thoughts of the night,
sleepily get dressed,
and go outside with my Bronson friend,
to clouds, and to cold piercing air, and to chirping birdsong,
and I realise… what a small part I (we) are in it all,
and I realise… how beautiful, and unconcerned with me, the world is.
And this lends me comfort.
And knowing it is not
all about me,
I say goodbye to the night,
and I steel myself for another day
in the knowing,
that it will all be ok.