for the everyday minutiae
and even more
from the enthusiasm of seeing
how the shoots of the next day will be.
I am moved
by the sketches of rain in the precarious night
and this new alliance with me
and the world
in spite of the fact the old sadness
still stirs up imprecise fainting spells.
But all of life is waiting
I tell myself
while it is chosen what I want to do
weaving it with my dreams.