core thought

core thought core thought at home thinking a spark where day starts, all begins in the dark. five this morning playing piano in my head figuring it out, doing the left hand, making it better, keeping it tight, lying in bed. and i said, time moves on, six-thirty; oh, the sun is on the mask now, the stone medallion over the door on the building opposite our window. i’m up this instant and want to take a photo of it. the mask is already a few hundred years old and i want to preserve it forever, on celluloid? am i joking? and i take one, it is blurry. i take five, all are blurry. for one minute some days, some times i think of these swans in stone, this family seal. the sun kisses it brief moments, mornings when it is sunny. if i am looking at the right time, in the right month, i see it. though, can’t think of it now, planning this day, i am. have to make breakfast and shower, then catch a train to pick up the car. we’ll find a place to park it when we get here back to where we start, some other hour at the beginning, home again at the beginning of the day then, when the sun is rising