The Next World

"Every morning the world is created."- Mary Oliver
"Yes but by whom? Who let me start over one more time?"- John C. Morrison

I think about it
every night,

staring at the stairwell
lit in the facing building,

who is next,
what is the next world

to which
I'll say good-bye.

It's luck,
the inhale of day,

exhale of stars,
a roulette wheel

whirling
as we sleep.

Here's the secret:
it's not only

in the morning
the world is created,

not only at night
that it's taken away.

Don't call it God,
this purr

of a gun barrel
spinning.

Some wake
to silent children,

a cracked
foundation.

Some look up
to see a hole

where the sun
shines through,

burning a ring
on the old oak floor.