“This is the time and place
 to be alive:

when the daily furniture of our lives
 stirs,
when the improbable arrives.
Pots and pans bang together

in celebration, clang
 past the crowd of garlic, onions, spices,
fly by the ceiling fan.

No one is looking for the door.

In all this excitement
I'm wondering where

I've left my feet, and why


my hands are outside, clapping.
”