Window shades are going up, and with them
Arms are being lifted into Life
By rising cords.
Pensively,
Or what would be pensively if we were more awake,
We stand in front rooms looking out
To see what sort of day.
A grey day. Outside, birds plait & braid birdsong.
It is our time to want it to be
Sunday morning – the bacon and French toast
Bringing the past with its possibility of a drive
(Meadowlarks on a barbed-wire fence) to Aunt Lily and Uncle Jake's
(The heavy serving dishes passed, the cloth-covered table, in the corner
The flowery dishes and thin goblets proud behind their glass-paned doors,
The furniture a wine-red brown, chair seats taut in silver and green
Or silver and purple stripes; beyond the curtains, lilacs pointing
Above bee bushes and the pill-bugged earth).
It is our time to barely exercise.
To purchase a copy of my 73-pp. booklet of poems about Paris, Paris Sketches (Thorp Springs Press, 2005), send $15 and $1 for postage to Jonathan Bracker, 3783 20th St., #5, San Francisco, CA 94110. A few copies are available on Amazon. Sample poems from the collection are on
www.parispoemsetc.com
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