Tuesday, November 23, 2010

this is just to say

nothing. this is to say, i saw the moon at five, a bright star in the east that i don't have a name for, felt the dew on my skin and watched the sky change. this is just to say that though my mother may have said i wish you would write happy poems, and at the time it was inconceivable that i could, it is possible that the world may have realigned while i was looking.

4 comments:

dipali said...

It does, sometimes! Lovely.

km said...

Delightful. And happy.

Cheshire Cat said...

I love the gleefully apologetic tone of the Williams poem, and the feeling evoked by your poem is kin (if not akin) to that...

Space Bar said...

thank you thank you!