What Matters

What matters is the starlight on the rocks,

        The racketeering force

                Of joy,

     Irrumpent and unpent and hoarse

At every fragile kickshaw that the clocks

                Destroy.

What matters is the work we vanish in,

        The moments we can be

                Released.

     Incontrovertibility

Of being absent. Thus we re-begin,

                Re-pieced.

What matters are the days we rise to share.

        The casual way you sense

                A breeze,

     Which gathers presence, grows immense

Simply by being free within the air.

                I sneeze

This morning in the sun because it matters.

        I watch the rush-hour pass

                Through lines

     Of highrise glamour, plated glass.

A hardy marvel. Even if it shatters,

                It shines.