Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Excess (Poem 182)

Aware of the excess 
     and the perfect 
         proportion of the hours 
beneath the surface    leaving bare
bones of the day    jewel hued 
sleep and lowing fog 
of laughter    cries of 
ducklings and children    the wind
roaming like a prophet 
           through the trees    
it was these for which she 
was looking when 
   the excess fell away

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six