Interlude IV

Up again. Down again.
Morning is a square of light
instead of darkness on the curtain.
The lawn needs mowing
The face needs shaving
This unremarkable dawn is
done by 9:15.
If he turned on the radio
he would hear the unbearable beauty
of faith transformed into song,
if he went out there might
be the chance of a smile snatched
off a child, or laughter,
or anything.
Any damn thing.