IT'S MORNING Poem by Shuntaro Tanikawa

First I stretch myself in bed
I rise up in one breath
I go take a pee
I fetch newspapers
I am a miniscule power plant

The power of dry leaves falling
The power of tears from a fussing child
The power of the resonance of a Jews' harp moving away
The power of casually placed punctuation
The power of Good Morning!

An invisible matrix
unites miniscule powers
I am one of its joints, too
A globe is placed on the table
I try to stare down the Earth

I drink a glass of carrot juice
I turn on my desktop computer
I sit unfocused for a little while
Unexpected words come to me
like water bubbles, like now