At any moment the sun might come out
so be ready for it, brother. In this strange equation
of awakening, readiness is everything you have ever wanted
divided by everything you have ever lost.
So don’t just sit there admiring the simplicity
of windows, like a Brunswick Street hooker being cruised by a limo.
Go find the sun, let it acknowledge the pink creases
that have formed on the face you accidentally wear; and
dream brother, dream.
