Thursday, March 25, 2010

(Red Sky In Morning)

Maybe I am awake before dawn
so I can imagine the sound of water
that will soon rush over his hands,
then trickle effortlessly through his fingers.

I consider the mingling of H2O with his DNA
spilling into the white porcelain sink,
the microscopic blueprint of him
that will soon travel down the copper drain
trailing off to a secret place
somewhere below the ground we share.

Such scenes are circles of springtime
washing over my thoughts,
leaving me pale green with envy
in the faint light of this cool, March morning.

I will wait for a red sky at night – sailor’s delight.

© Anne Bryant-Hamon
March 25, 2010

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