In the lilting back and forth rhythms
the mothers voice, the rhyme I
heard coming before it crossed her lips
The gameness, the puzzle, the tingle
It brings, comfort, companionship,
Laughter in a lonely world.
I fall asleep to it, awaken to it
Ramble with it, rumble. Lines
Spooling on a page, slim or fat
The breathing space between
The gut punch, the long reach
of something beyond and unseen
Quick picture, short story, the
Shimmer underneath, the
wet behind the eyes, pulse beat
tennis shoes on telephone wire
broken glass, a pink moon, a torn
Veil, what kills me with wonder
Is wonderful. And what we
share, a wonder of riches.
Bells ring. Our tears. And smiling.
Early Morning Poems 