Devotional Poem

Total attention: cats’ to a bird beating
       by the fire escape
Pointed entirely and unlike my own fish-floppy
      mind bent up like this.
What’s missing from my poems, I was thinking.
      Came up with love and devotion
 — and the house is so cold today, and I
      have a cold and daren’t bathe.
Hair is dirty.
                                 Is poetry a diary? Or a report?
      on what? The state of the moment?
      The mind of the moment?
The Mind of the Moment —
      what is she telling me now?
                “Go eat your grapefruit, honey.”