Saturday, February 9, 2008

Lucky 4 A.M.

Little bird who wakes me in the dark
be molecule in the bonded chain of good.

Sip of water who refreshes
be rain pilgrim winking through centuries.

Glimpse of gold sun out the office window
who catches breath, be one click.

in the clock of beauty, benefactor of dimes
in a wolrd of paltry millions that take us far

from what we love.

Kim Stafford