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