when i first get up i ignore

when i first get up i ignore
the world; and by the world
i mean the swirling
confusion—the emails,
the opinions, the elections,
the demands, the judgments, the news. let us say,
other people.
not because they’re bad but because
they are not me.

but one must notice
something.
we are receivers—things
come at us. things ask
to be recognized.
things approach our throne
and bow before us.
we say to them, “yes,
no, yes, yes, no, yes, no.”
i move my eyes

across the room
and allow
them to rest there
with the light on the leaves
outside the window.

i wait

a squirrel walks by.

that’s not
me either.

but I’ll take it.

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About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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