Sparks
In the predawn dark
After wrestling with my bladder
An early awakening
I turn on no lights
To keep the house asleep
And maybe myself with it
I hush the door shut
Take off my robe
Move it towards the hook and see
The sparks
Hear the crack
Of gathered static
Bright enough to wake my wonder
Imagine what conspired in this
If I had not filled my bladder with beer
If I were not dragging my feet in a whisper walk
If this robe contained one thread of nature
Or my charged hands hadn’t brushed it just so
Nothing
But here in the predawn dark
I saw sparks
Little Mercies