Why Dream?
In the morning, the day and I
lie in each other's arms, naked,
still, and full. We promise each other everything
and believe--Why dream?
By nightfall, the rough and ugly shift
has descended over my shoulders
to my heels--Why dream?
and my back is pressed against
the bitter wood of the evening's empty
frame--Why dream?
Yet––
the sky thickens.
Each coarse thread is salvaged.
Why another morning?
Why myself uncovered?
Why dream?
Why is far from now––
me, morning, paleness flushing––
Why dream
in the arms of the day?
––Sara Lewis Holmes (all rights reserved)
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
A Cast of One
