It is 10:04 in Reno a Tuesday,
my hair is still wet and my nose is
still wet and my throat is dry,
and I'm here to soak up the
pools of knowledge and to stir
up the stagnant books with
missing pages and missing ideas
I haven't written yet but there is
time, I tell myself, and tremble
at the speed, the
momentum,
the inertia of it all because
it is 10:08 in Reno a Tuesday
and even the clock is
advancing.