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I can’t decide whether it’s my socks
That go on first, or my pants, indecision
On the edge of my bed. Should I brush my teeth, then shave,
Or shave first, then rinse my mouth of a night’s swollen journey?
I know that my eyes must first open to be awake,
And each clumsy step toward the kitchen
Leads me to the same bowl and coffee cup.
I look ahead. The boarded-up century sweeps the dust of previous
minutes, my time on
earth.
God, savior in a bright robe, tell us what to do,
Provide order, make it simple as sock or pants,
As certain as the old face I see in morning’s new mirror.
Gary Soto from “Prayers for a Thousand Years” |
