An energy ran through me all day, not a nervousness. All day i felt the world rigged in my favor, not an illusion. If i wanted the day to begin, the air yellowed and the mist rose. If i wanted my book, the UPS truck raised dust on the road. If i wanted the garden watered, it rained. And if i wanted to talk to you, the email boinged, except it wasn't you. Until the moon rose out of the oaks, and the fireflies throbbed in the dew, and it still wasn't you. And i vowed to deepen the stream of my life and cultivate privacy, not a solitude.
