CHOICES AMONG THE GIVENS
Not every moment’s shift of sunlight
on the floor,
but how it cheats the clock each day
in the fraction
of its change. Old reliable has moves
no one
can alter. I roam these rooms or sit,
run water
in the tub, drink tea and read a book,
speak with
you and listen, our words approximate
though
understood. I cannot bring a decent
dignity
to everyone or end the killings
bleeding
our enlightenment, but in the transit
of the sun,
I’m given choice within the body’s rules.
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