This Morning
by rebecca ~ September 21st, 2006. Filed under: Ordinary Miracles, Poems & art.
(Outsider art from Asahikawa Public library)
This Morning
I dreamt my man held my hand against his warm green sweater
The man in jean shorts I share a bus stop with finally mouthed good morning
The brick storefront I stand in front of just had a silver spiral door knob installed
Fog covered the fields, enough to cover the tops of the heads of humans
Our bus flew over the foothills of the Isle of Skye
And, finally, a man I voted for grinned from the frontpage, fist in the air,
And the loser who played dirty games was nowhere to be found
A grey squirrel raced past with a hawk feather in its mouth,
scuttered up an oak and twirled it in his paws.
A bumper sticker proclaimed ‘I Was Born to Bowhunt’
A young man whistled so well people stopped to take pictures
The Hare Krishna rang their bells and beat their drums,
Hare Bol Hare Hare Hare Bol Hare Hare.
Here is Minneapolis, then, with late summer days that make life sing.
From the east through the pines the morning sun blesses
with its occasional bands of light and mist
whoever glances up from the sidewalk.
I am at the edge, a witness to the beautiful bazaar.