April Morning
You are living the life
you wanted as if you'd known
what that was but of course
you didn't so you'd groped
toward it feeling for what
you couldn't imagine, what
your hands couldn't tell you,
for what that shape could be.
This Sunday the rain turns cold
again and steady but the window
is slightly open and there is the vaguest
sense of bird song somewhere in the gaps
between the buildings because it's spring
the calendar says and the room where
you are reading is empty yet full
of what loves you and this is the day
that you were born.
Copyright Credit: Jonathan Wells, "April Morning" from Debris. Copyright © 2021 by Jonathan Wells. Reprinted by permission of Four Way Books, www.fourwaybooks.com.
Source: Debris (Four Way Books, 2021)