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