Think It Through

There was sunlight on the tan
Drapes in the tiny bedroom,
Thousands of fractional spans

Of changes you could measure,
A million something-seconds
Of subatomic leisure.

And what would you do with this,
Your small physical comforts,
Opportunity’s small bliss?

Read a book? Scroll through mad news?
Write down what you were thinking,
So that we can think it through.

We’re hungry in our own way,
Which isn’t the same as life.
We’re hungry to be the day.