As dawn was breaking,
wisdom rose in the east—
and set fire to the long dark night.
Almost anything will break
The toddler’s heart: His mommy’s keys
Singing from the bowl of loose ends
And change on her way out the door
Here, in Congo Town, I’m picking up debris
from twenty years ago. Some remnants of bombs
and missile splinters, old pieces of shells from
the unknown past.
I had not imagined drowning
was the way to reach the shore.
I used to think
Things were so clear
I was so near to nowhere
Why were you born when the snow was falling?
Send me a heart of gratitude for this long afternoon
of goldenrod light falling across my typewriter
and a sky so blue I want to bite it like an apple.
I just didn’t get it— even with the teacher holding an orange (the earth) in one hand and a lemon (the moon) in the other, her favorite student (the sun) … Continue reading
We looked among orchard trees and beyond
Where she took arms against her shadow,
Or harried unto the pond
The lazy geese