Linda Gregg, “A Dark Thing Inside the Day” …

 
 
 
 
 
 
Linda Gregg
 
 
 
 
“A Dark Thing Inside the Day”
 
 
 
 
So many want to be lifted by song and dancing,
and this morning it is easy to understand.
I write in the sound of chirping birds hidden
in the almond trees, the almonds still green
and thriving in the foliage. Up the street,
a man is hammering to make a new house as doves
continue their cooing forever. Bees humming
and high above that a brilliant clear sky.
The roses are blooming and I smell the sweetness.
Everything desirable is here already in abundance.
And the sea. The dark thing is hardly visible
in the leaves, under the sheen. We sleep easily.
So I bring no sad stories to warn the heart.
All the flowers are adult this year. The good
world gives and the white doves praise all of it.
 
 
 
 
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~ by samofthetenthousandthings on July 5, 2016.