Rob Spiegel

One morning, almost always a turn
toward place.
A bird, two birds, a chorus.

Monday wants me here and I am
willing.
A cup of coffee, a vitamin, an aspirin.

I am not yet swept away by
everything.
The day yet is a gentle, intelligent dog.

For an hour or two I will put one
word in front of the next,
speaking almost in time.

Rise slowly the armies of chaos –
I know your lies and will not surrender.