Cosm
If I take this thing seriously I will
do this and that
and be that person and
send to that publisher or
show in that gallery.
Overall the process
tires me, grievously.
But I wander forward
interested because
this is life, and therefore
punctiliar feelings
punctuate my every
crossing a railroad track
in bedroom slippers.
The brush from a stern
pheasant across winter
sky adds dash to a spry
wit from last year’s black
hole finagled mango
cosm.