Gedichte des Donnerstags

Tasha wanted me to write a poem.
Right, I said, slowly, drawn out the way you
draw out a line when you aren't sure what to
do with it. Or where it's getting to.

She said, where is your poem for today?,
As if the day owed her a song. One bit
She could bite into on her way to bed,
Broken before breakfast bridges night to day.

"Wake up and write a poem": awakened is
What I am every moment, from sun rise to
Noon tides to chest rise to breath out;
Awake is asking what the day is for.

The day is for revealing your ace, so show 'em:
Here's an unrhymed sonnet for you Tasha, a poem.