amongst job interviews
from Israel to Los Angeles,
I linger to love the wowing now.
the snow, the leaves, the breeze
the window between me and that stuff,
it all swirls on my Earth,
reminding me life is for living.
tasting metal, moving on,
the newness and air are infectious
and my selfish hope
is spewing out of typing fingers.
America is terrible but splendid,
and I am at least alive,
broken heart and all,
ready for today, singing for tomorrow.