I will give you a poem when you wake tomorrow.
It will be a peaceful poem.
It won't make you sad.
It won't make you miserable.
It will simply be a poem to give you
when you wake tomorrow.
You will find it under your pillow.
When you open the cupboard it will be there.
You will blink in astonishment,
shout out, 'How it trembles!
Its nakedness is startling! How fresh it tastes!'
We will have it for breakfast;
on a table lit by loving,
at a place reserved for wonder.
We will give the world a kissing open
when we wake tomorrow.
We will offer it to the sad landlord out on the balcony.
To the dreamers at the window.
To the hand waving for no particular reason
we will offer it.
An amazing and most remarkable thing,
we will offer it to the whole human race
which walks in us
when we awake tomorrow.