I AM TRYING NOT TO SAVE

I am trying not to save

the world, because

no

one

is actually.

Morning tells me

it’s a leafy thing

just to breathe.

One is

partial to the whole

after so many

years

jiggling

in the forward,

says the mannerly.

And I am, again, waiting

on the stormy ledge

of what did you

call

it?