Waking Up Alone or To the Memory Of

Rudderless fates push us down streets
with big invisible fingers, driving us into
historic establishments and up steep hills.

Wake up to the memory of someone lying
beside you, they were never really there
they have awoken in someone else's bed.

On the great whale’s back: our Providence
walking, building on this living being, inhaling
and deflating with opportunity. Hope, hope.