A Singular Morning

In the polished pane of
A dawn without ripples
Her eyelids roll , saucily
Airily dreamwards, skimming
Sweetest cream and
Painting the chicory sky
And the garden’s
Every cobalt lattice
With love born in a
Common, heroic moment
Refined with
Godless fervor and
With ravaged soles and
Wobbling extremities
Set to fly.

11 June 2009