A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
Always it will be late summer in your mind:
Birches give off a full and dark light
With a motion you know will abide and return
Every evening. You are changed
By small things: an elm seed spins
To earth, and like your talent for the cello
The possibilities remain enclosed.
Being ordinary makes you a hero—
Sweeping the porch, looking at the sky,
You become more than yourself. The solace for being
Dull is being perfectly at ease with the world.
The afternoon sails in and out the window,
And the first star starts the lake singing.
Copyright 2016 Michael Simms