coffee, Easter morning

I am negotiated
into my own skin
"don't twitch"
I tell myself
"you have so much
to be present for"

in this time
in this place
I watch the movements
cogs within cogs
inside a vast machinery
that is a Universe
that is a eulogy
for this morning's coffee

through the skylight
branches of winter tree
reaching for buttons
on spring's blouse

"I have faith in you"
"stay in your own skin"
"something grand
is afoot"