Monday, January 19, 2015

The Best Poem Of All Is To Wake In The Sunlight

[to the poet, Shelby Stephenson in honor of another day]

the best poem of all is to wake in the Sunlight
purple shadows like an arbor on the walls;
cross hatchings of the little stars now

behind clouds.
behind clouds that pass as another day will
burning out again in gold beyond the

trees across the street.
sometimes half waking from a dream they may
sway cloudy like the trees of childhood;

for a moment maybe you're back there
with the kitchen coffee meant for the grownups.
you, you're still a high chair child yet.

drinking the sunlight in.

mary angela douglas 19 january 2015