As dog and couch and candle night line up <br />I write. <br />As the city's sirens momentarily hush <br />I write. <br />As the lights go out at Pat's house across the street <br />I write. <br />I write, and not being in too much pain, <br />Even can rejoice I live.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/litany-for-a-reader-of-rilke/
