rituals

don't know what's become of them
i think they are still being born
at least here in my home
where my family spends teetery weekends
together trying to find the groove

seems to me that they're around
hiding in the corner
with the tumbling pile of shoes
or maybe curling under the bed
with the dustballs and the legos

maybe they haven't been unpacked yet

in any case
morning is a slow move
from perfect to real
where real is a moon-faced oval
dreaming on a purr