i like the surety of the sun rising tomorrow
and that my hands, fingers and legs still work,
that i own a face that will face others.
the rides on cars and summer and winter wears
are optional with the calming wind
and the noisy streets are against the quiet god
in the pavements begging,
watching the people not staring, not standing still
reading their thoughts that are thinking about
everything and the god knows no where else to go.