it is deciding and knowing

that i live by a creed,

in a habit-forming,

check out the stars,

while the world stands still.

it takes a little luck

to bear bright fruit,

even if coming out of the dark.

it’s like my hand

rubs old grooves,

like that of a buddha

in little ways

that brings on good fortune.

sometimes in life

a disability can be a good thing.

there are many days learned

in grief and rebellion

that real labor begins.

poetry and hunger

go hand in hand

where it is never noticed.

it’s like that for a poet

coddling mainstream america

in the work of perception.

who said

I had to write something deep?!