title inspired by “Faint Music” by Robert Hass.
The stillness of just-before-dawn is no longer a rare treat,
But it is a luxury nonetheless;
Even waking with a clenched fist in my abdomen
On the couch that once held people I love
And now holds only blankets.
Before the car horns and the sirens and the daylight,
There are only bird songs
For a moment, I could be in my childhood bedroom,
Almost ready for a new day of see-what-happens.
I think they call that grace.