The Good Fortune of Material Existence
Without bringing any more people
into the planning loop, I have decided
to have breakfast. I have made cautious
inquiries, and finally learned it is
Thursday. My attention sets out
in a cheerful mood on a memorable
expedition to the sink.
Oh blank and hopeless days!
Oh long sleepless nights!
They are forgotten now
as I turn on the cold clear
water of the stream.
All the rivers of the world
convene in me. They rush
over my hands, they enter
my mouth, they cover my face.
I am compelled to drink my own
tears, as you too will be
when you wake.