…………………………….[For Bridget]
It’s morning again. Last night I spent hours
In a dream, and I had to keep silent,
As if we were visiting crickets or nuns.
It’s a good morning. The cat sleeps all day
Under the lilac bush, and scholars go on
Discovering new maps of Constantinople.
My daughter has found that her girlish things
Were all moonshine. Now she has a baby.
She is the sun and the baby is asleep.
©Reprinted from Snow Jewel, [Grey Sparrow Press|St. Paul,]
Issue 6, 2015
Grey Sparrow Journal 