Woke up, fell out of bed,

Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed (it) was late
………………—John Lennon, A Day in the Life


morning air clear
brilliant, no illusion—

but comes late a.m.
the rub, confusion,
I-turbine spins whirlwinds,
sparks snap gut to head
and back again, desire
barges in

first thing
everything’s new

high on amplitude,
a mix of innovations
when plainest things
are wonders
—tadpoles swim in cup of palms
scooped, studied,
blizzard calm
if you squelch its
freeze & fury—
relax, look,

see its horizontal snow
feel its sting, watch it build
before it melts,
before high-Fahrenheit
revelations of blunders
steam in sunset sun

wait upon this rock
feel the weight of sea

Atlantis going


Jim Culleny