Yes, I know

I have to be careful

When nursing at the perfect

Curve of the pond.

I have to go slowly

As the morning bleeds bright.

 

There is a need

To not take in the

Temperature

Of the air all at once

 

To not caress too

Much morning moisture

From my cheek.

 

I’m just an excitable boy

And if the furnace turns on

At the same time the children

Begin singing,

I need to remember to check

My pulse,

To remember to breathe.

 

Together it is too much.

Always I am madness

Wanting to suck it all in

Now.