Night poem

can you tap gently, left foot?
left hand, left brain, you too are under review.

consider every last thing: is it out of balance?
has it been alive? in love?

remembering left turns and wrong turns…
what will i have left with today as it turns?

i could only answer your questions
by sitting at your left and saying nothing.

the world is out of balance,
because it is almost none of what exists.

does everything want to be left
to its own devices?

do i want to be left
alone at night?

2025-04-01