Thursday, June 6, 2013


We all share poverty:
winos sleeping on concrete,
children with weekend fathers.
But the sun strolls over the horizon
and steam lifts off the frost
floats high and mingles
with the blue flower of sky.
The sun is a pulsing heart
offering the earth life.
To wake to bright sunlight
and open a window to the weather
is a gift.
That gift remains
as the sun stays put,
while we on the ground
turn away again and again.

copyright 2013 David Elsey