Disperse the Moment

I wake up to song birds outside my window
and for a moment
I don't know where I am--
I often pretend I'm in a rainforest
because I have never learned the calls
and names of the native birds . . .

My coffee pot overflowed--
again--
and the sticky, sickly stain spread clear across
my counters
dripping
onto my floor, leaving grounds in the quick
of liminal spaces.

Yet, I do find a fondness, finally,
at last, in all the grime
for the first time,
because I know I'm leaving.