From the collection And Don’t Come Back, 2021.
Rise to This Day
By the time we get there
we will have accumulated
a bag of blistered sundowns
to shake out over your clean table
then fall asleep over a hot dinner
wait out a dreamless night
spend the dark hours
climbing endless stairs
into the hot morning.
The sparks drift up
Tendrils of pink sky creep in
through the windows
and begin to smoke –
Are we ready?
9/17/20
Your poem speaks to me of those soporific, baking hot days of the year where anything other than relaxing is exhausting.
Yes. How draining it can be to get through those days.