today the air stings

as it should

this time of year

I was glad of the chance

the chore of getting

the Sunday paper

(all the time watching myself

my words)

limited by my technique

yet it is just that

that precipitates

awareness

to care only

about awareness

or if possible

not even that

yes not even that

but only that

something

is better

than to want and

not

who is it for?

itself

and no other

(the silence in the temple room

the chapel organ music

solitude

the ability to be alone