Licht Years

where are you going, where have you been?

simple

19

on a blue book

You’ve been living for this for weeks
without knowing it:
the moment the house empties like a city in August
so completely
it forgets you exist.
Light withdraws slowly
is almost gone before you notice.
In the stillness, everything becomes itself:
the circle of white plates on the kitchen table
the serious chairs that attend them
even the roses on the papered walls
seem to open a little wider.
It looks simple: the glass vase holding
whatever is offered—
cut flowers, or the thought of them—
simple, though not easy
this waiting without hunger in the near dark
for what you may be about to receive.

~ Esther Morgan

In celebration of National Poetry Month

19 thoughts on “simple

  1. Pat

    This is so nice, Susan. I smiled as I studied your image and lingered over the words. What a wonderful expression of being and enjoying the simplicity of the moment while also being expectant. I love it.

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