Truth (in a western sunrise)
Everything Is
(by Candy Shue, from The Rambler)
autobiographical.
The newspaper
you read this morning.
The coffee you drank
while you were reading it.
The article about the couple
getting married at McDonald’s.
The toast you buttered
to eat with your coffee.
The knife you used
to butter it.
The truck that was double-parked
in your driveway.
The guy with the hand truck
who parked it there.
The smell of the cigarette
stuck in his mouth.
The music on the car radio
playing “Me and Mrs. Jones.”
It is all a part of you,
inextricable.
Even the strangers
standing next to you
at the post office
as you imagine what
you’re going to do
with your life
someday.
You’re alive, right here,
right now.
Aren’t you?
You’re here.
And here, right here.
