Sunday, August 17, 2008

As It Does Each Day


Photo by Stephani Schaefer, Los Molinos


THE ROUND

—Stanley Kunitz

Light splashed this morning

on the shell-pink anemones

swaying on their tall stems;

down blue-spiked veronica

light flowed in rivulets

over the humps of the honeybees;

this morning I saw light kiss

the silk of the roses

in their second flowering,

my late bloomers

flushed with their brandy.
A curious gladness shook me.


So I have shut the doors of my house,

so I have trudged downstairs to my cell,

so I am sitting in semi-dark

hunched over my desk

with nothing for a view

to tempt me

but a bloated compost heap,

steamy old stinkpile,

under my window;

and I pick my notebook up

and I start to read aloud

the still-wet words I scribbled

on the blotted page:

"Light splashed..."


I can scarcely wait till tomorrow

when a new life begins for me,

as it does each day,

as it does each day.


___________________


—Medusa