Sunlight Poem

So much light
flooding my morning
in this joyful pushy sunlight
it seems strange but
I don’t really miss you
it’s true
a plush monkey
blinks back at me
near a glove-and-pipe-cleaner
dragonfly
prop remnants of my crazy blast
performing
in that packed full basement
the night before…
Yes, I was out having fun without you.
Well, you would have skipped it anyway
even before
because you don’t do
brooklyn
or midnight
or fun
so much light
the sun rises and circles
I danced with it, you see
and clipped it to my curtain
there was a tiger too
bear witness baby
this is what I do
so many blessings
so rich in friends
and life goes on
yes, even without you.