I - ONE AT A TIME
What will you do with this bright day that glares through the south window
and makes you open your sleep-sanded eyes?
(You only get one at a time.)
All night the wind tossed the garden. The dust is giddy with it. See it whirling and sparkling in the light?
(Dust to dust.)
Make a space, as you must each day, that fits you well. If you
feel hot and scratchy in this suit, make another.
Cool your skin with shade and scent of blossom.