Morning Tuning

The myriad intimate
Details of any body’s
Moment-to-moment

Living can’t all be named, can’t
Half be named. Try it. Any
Argument? Didn’t think so.

Just putting away one’s bed
For the day, the feel of cloth,
The body’s internal sea,

The way a pillow looms large,
Or the chill of the floorboards.
It won’t be the same for you

As for anybody else,
And, however similar,
It won’t be the same for you

As it was just yesterday.
Names aren’t for recapturing
Experience. Names are picks

On memory’s guitar strings.
Any tune you play is what
To the sounds those strings could make?