What will I do with this world
With the raw and the right
The ugly and the good
What will your eyes touch first
How will I guide you through the unguidable
Today
Driving your mother
I took the roses way back home
Because you were in the car
I don’t know why
It just felt right driving down
The perfumed side of the street with my family
(Sometimes I shave before I speak to the belly of you
Or wear a special sweater to the ultrasound
I know it’s silly but the thought of you
Beckons me to seek what’s light in the world
& since it’s so often hard to find
My Sunday sweater will have to do)