not a magazine photo

Carving yellow daylight strips
in thin shavings from the forest floor
morning greets last night

In the forest
my trailer floor is strewn
with last night's remains
supper wilted on the stove
while used Kleenexes bloom cheerfully
all over the coffee table
toys surround the laundry basket
empty, but not put away

The Wednesday mornings of my life
are slices of daylight
in the exuberant wreckage of living.