PhD student Brian Sneeden was featured as the author of the day on Oct. 1 on the national Poetry Daily website.
Again Is the First Time
It is possible to have everything,
like listening for a music in the music.
Somehow I am walking down Patton
and Walnut, and somehow it is there—
the primordial quivering, catching a whiff
of magnitude down a side street:
a quality of sun and air, or the pairing
of two dead leaves on the sidewalk just so.
Turning, I pass a woman in a turtleneck,
a dog tied to a bench and find
the man who owes me twenty dollars.
It is possible to have everything, or at least
twenty dollars, which is also everything
when I spend it on a Death in the Afternoon
for my wife and myself, the champagne
and absinthe mixed to form a sort of cloud.
Like when I walked the Rue Delambre, at night,
blossoming inward like a chrysanthemum
for a small view of the Seine, and thought
for once, surely now is enough. To arrive
this late and still be the first. Like the body
saying, again for the first time. What
is everywhere offers itself, again, itself.