What Does Morning Bring?

Morning brings this posh wind
and overcast guy. Morning brings
the rich asphalt of bland hopelessness,
it brings our calm realm, our fear of nothing
but the extreme paucity of error-
dazzling and fatigued. It also
brings the distinct feeling of doom,
the oceanic feeling of oneness
and perhaps a real delight in the minutia
that entangles us when we lean down
to pick up the paper a bell chimes
and all is forgotten or forgiven,
timidity no longer angers us,
sunlight shines in the same way
torment bubbles into the delight of now.
All radiant and new like lambskin
on a baby - double soft without
the certainty of it all burning away
or careening into the traffic I love most.