Shadow Morning, photo & all text © Irene O’Garden, 2014
I am procuring and organizing equipment for next Saturday’s departure to Montana where I will join several family members for a week’s journey in the wilderness. I will be out of all techno-range for the duration and wanted to let you know I won’t be posting next week. But I certainly look forward to sharing with you when I get back. Meanwhile, here’s a poem newly-hatched for you.
I wished for a day made of mornings:
its tissues of night dissolving,
world slipping over my head anew
in easy long-sleeved shadows:
a day repeatedly arrayed
in crisp unwrinkled promise.
As it grew limp, or sullied
or scorched, I pulled a fresh start
from the closet again and again—
pristine for each task, for each practice.
But seeing what I sacrificed
for the sake of enterprise:
the slanting satin afternoon,
the tulle of twilight, the silk-bodied moon-
I cast off my wish and dance,
wrapped in the aprons of time.