stop seeing consequence, start seeing conscience

I’m looking for my
wave of conscience,
my blast to shift
the naked invisible
cartwheels of atoms
and regret. no contact.
it doesn’t come with
the pearly sun, it
doesn’t make any
appearances today
while there are
shadows touching
asphalt. spectrograms
can’t pick up conscience,
can’t see belief
on a radar screen, can’t
plot on a table
the effect of perception
on a seeing-eye dog
when the light turns
red. only his paws
are hot on the sidewalk.
no regretting now, no
consciences. days
thin out again in
surprising ways,
and easy enough
to forget yesterday
or last night or where
you came from an
hour ago.

6/30/06