Sunday, October 19, 2008

Time


Now time goes away like sugar
dissolved but still sweet, wafting
through the smell of burning leaves,
root beer floats, plastic dolls.

Hear the soft scrape of a snow shovel
or a rake, our songs in the back seat of a car,
my mother's voice at the piano,
the baby crying in a wooden-slatted crib.

Clusters of bicycles looped in tissue paper
decorate a neighborhood,
little legs pumping months after the snowman
in daddy's hat melted in the front yard.

Toads in shoe boxes, fireflies in jars,
water in a plastic pool soaking up the sun's warmth.
Children waiting through an unending,
capricious summer day.

Feel the quietude of a Sunday morning,
sense the sparseness of each new day.
Nothing happened today, but yesterday the milkman
and the crazy-haired egg lady delivered their goods.

Lying in a pile of leaves, dreaming
in the daylight, finding faces in the clouds,
waiting for something - but not knowing
the intermezzo would ever end.

7 comments:

SandyCarlson said...

These lines delight me:

Nothing happened today, but yesterday the milkman
and the crazy-haired egg lady delivered their goods.

This poem is in the spirit of Dylan Thomas's "Fern Hill." I like it very much.

Kelly Jene said...

Very lovely. I enjoy my boys in this time of their lives so much. They are still delighted by life and the world around them.

God bless you!

Julie said...

So beautiful, Diane. I agree with the comments above. And I also love the crazy haired egg lady:) Very poignant and sweet.

Kristin said...

this is a lovely poem, and it hits close to my heart.

thanks for sharing

Liquid said...

This was absolutely delicious to read. Took me back in time, in my heart and in my mind. Thank you for that!

Make it a wonderful new day!

Madison Richards said...

Ditto...Lovely and inspiring. Your use of metaphor and description make the images come alive, impressing on my heart as well as my spirit.

Well done!

Grace,
Madison Richards

S.L. Corsua said...

Rich with memories, Diane. I love all the details -- I see and hear them so clearly. Thank you for sharing this; it's one of those poems that 'cleanse' the soul. Cheers.