Parading

And where the sky’s a pale blue cup

I want to stay in that music without striving or cover.

Like fossils locked deep in the folds of my brain,

My circus animals were all on show,

It is with words as it is with people: Actual beauty is rare.

I taught myself to live simply and wisely,

I made a decision.

Surrounding, seething, soothing, as a hand

Napped half the day;

Moments from yesterday and from centuries ago—