I always find the first days of June heat draining. Earlier in the week as I told a friend how I had wilted in the middle of the day she reminded me that sometimes the reward about living in Virginia is the morning and the evening. So I make a point to take my morning cup outside to admire the garden and the feel of the air. In the evening it's time to enjoy the last wisps of light and bits of breeze.
If it wasn't for each daybreak
I'd stay here, staked like a star
in the back of the brain.
-- Yusef Komunyakaa, from "Fever," Neon Vernacular: New and Selected Poems (Wesleyan University Press, 1993)
If it wasn't for each daybreakI'd stay here, staked like a star
in the back of the brain.
-- Yusef Komunyakaa, from "Fever," Neon Vernacular: New and Selected Poems (Wesleyan University Press, 1993)
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