because my uncle left the TV on downstairs

[novapsyche]

by the grace of God
the way has become illuminated
beneath my feet.
My staircase
has just twice as many steps
as Jacob's ladder.

turn a quick corner
through the tomb
of tick-tock

the refrigerator warbles Koyaanisqatsi
and the aloof nearby clock
serves as its metrical
counterpart

(the stovetop remainder:
a faint spoonful
of artificially flavored rice
that my tongue had envisioned
all that day. thank God)