Make use of the things around you.
This light rain
Outside the window, for one.
This cigarette between my fingers,
These feet on the couch.
The faint sound of rock-and-roll,
The red Ferrari in my head.
The woman bumping
Drunkenly around in the kitchen …
Put it all in,
—Raymond Carver, from “Sunday Night,” in All of Us: The Collected Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 1998)