What I Have Learned About Yearning

I favored the early morning

In a quiet apartment in a full city

Watching the thunder on a lonely ranch in Wyoming

I felt solidly in one thing

A color of comfort

My yearning

I made peace in our New York City bathroom

With walls painted in the same complexity of dust and yellow,

Of what was inside of me too

Above a single small skylight,

To bid the morning hue

The shower never really turned off, but I turned it back on

I started to forget the trouble of colors again

Longing for sanity

And what you had lost before you were born

I don’t know what happened to that bathroom

Even if I care

The dark Green state

With fresh pine covering the towering summits and trees

Holds the mornings that I yearn for.