Cycle

some mornings she wakes up thinking
about the miracle of life
art and music and
philosophy all vague
notions of grandeur whirling
around in her head

some mornings she wakes up trying
to recall the night's epiphany
the climactic sense of
alliswell and humanityiwillsaveyou
although the means themselves
to do so sadly
are lacking

some mornings she wakes up remembering
that last night was Sunday and she was
supposed to take out the trash.