I have never lived in a place like this before
where the light runs through it like a river
sparkling water flows
over dish towels and carpet
a carafe, a bed—
ebbs and pulses
with the sun and moon

I have never lived in a place like this before
where the high school trumpets
call over the morning air
and the drum line makes a cheerful drone
as though they were cicadas
hatched this very morning

The train whistle blows
The light runs east to west and west to east
again and again,
the earth’s heartbeat,
and for this brief span
I live close to the Heart