Consolation
Posted on January 8, 2008
Filed Under poems, cheer |
Today is like a sloppy kiss
A promise made that can’t be kept
Though it is a tiny white lie, a minute deception.
It’s baby girl’s nursery, soft streaks of pinkish hope in the sky at dawn.
The world for an instant is rose colored drifts of scenic fog
Obscuring the banal and the ordinary.
Even the neighbor’s garage is faint and mysterious,
The fake cupola at the top distinct above a cloud of melting snow.
Never mind that there is another pile of mouse turds in the attic
Found while searching for the leak that stains the bedroom ceiling.
Tea colored seepage, round hard bits of wild defecation.
Never mind that tomorrow or the next day will be stubborn and cold
Reclaiming hope, snatching happiness back from our tightly clenched fists.
Today we can dance out in muddy streets
And romp in melting streams of ice.
It is requisite that we revel in the sun
That might not shine again for weeks to come.
Today, the tease and pleasure of it,
Its unseasonal gaiety
Will sustain us.
It will have to be enough.
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