Fragments
A friend says a tall day
he means long.
Clouds and clouds
and clouds
and then
a slice of sunrise.
Singing
singing again.
And the slow crawl
to dinner and sleep.
Fragments
A friend says a tall day
he means long.
Clouds and clouds
and clouds
and then
a slice of sunrise.
Singing
singing again.
And the slow crawl
to dinner and sleep.
Morning Light Again
Even with low clouds
even with no sun
the darkness still
slips from the scene
leaving trees dripping rain
and light
where just moments ago
there was none.
The birds don’t notice
the lack of sunrise.
They tune to a different
clock altogether.
April 3, 2021
Morning light sneaks in
between relentless bird song
school bus
dog walkers
rumbling truck
like stage lights
brought up by
the most patient
meticulous hand.
Pandemic Dermatology
After too much time (even masked)
with too many people (even masked)
one wearing an obtrusively expensive watch
with a Trump - make america great again patch
sewn clumsily onto his camouflage backpack
one a spry old man in beret and jazz shoes
who demands to hear
his biopsy results in our uncomfortable presence
(at the word malignant we all cringe)
the dermatologist through the plastic helmet that protects
me from him and him from me
pronounces me healthy and well
and I walk out breathing the good air
grateful that my skin, what holds all of me together,
is still on my side.