On the walk back from the bathroom at 1:30am
I discover
My right arm
Reaches out to my side
Touches the familiar objects,
Landmarks in my house I know are there
even in the dark
As I pass through the space.
My left arm is poised
Its elbow bent at a 90-degree angle to the floor
Palm facing upwards.
THIS IS AN INVESTIGATION OF
THE PALM FACING UPWARDS
NO
THIS IS AN INVESTIGATION OF
WHY THE HECK I’M AWAKE AT 1:30AM
NO
THIS IS AN INVESTIGATION OF
OF
No—
This is not an investigation of anything,
This is a poem.