For me, it’s easier to repeat than to change–
in the hospital, I ordered the same lunch each day–
and it’s not like I lack variety in taste. My range
is broad as anything else, like the horizon over the lake in May.

In the hospital, I ordered the same lunch each day–
a broiled piece of chicken. Some potatoes with salt-free salt
tastes fine, as broad as anything else. Like the horizon over the lake in May,
it’s easy to be a placid thing no one could fault.

A broiled piece of chicken and potatoes with salt-free salt
for lunch is fine. So is the apartment I’ve shared for years–
it’s easy to be a placid thing. No one could fault
me for being content. I guess different is just another fear.

The same lunch is fine. So is the apartment I’ve shared for years,
for me. It’s easier to repeat than to change
being content. I guess different is just another fear,
and it’s not like I lack variety in taste, my range.