New Day
If we perceive barely a sliver of our reality,
the knowable only a small part of what’s out there,
that fat bee bumping up against the window,
the faint sound of a neighbor’s car radio.
And if neither here nor there is where we are
then perhaps the Sunrise Nursing Home is the dawn,
is the new day, perhaps leaving your mother with a stranger
not unlike her—divorced with three kids, threatened
with dismissal if she refuses to work a double shift—
perhaps this is the white flag the world has been waiting for,
the …
