poetry

lantern light

lantern light

that warm glow of being burned
just gentle enough to sleep by

cabins and miners and romance
mixed with kerosene’s greasy smell

liquid light in glass
raising and lowering the wick

snug nostalgia
now nearly snuffed out

poetry

Cedar at the Sink

Cedar’s actually a year old in this photo 🙂

Cedar at the Sink

Cedar offers to do some dishes
runs warm water
and green soap
over white bowls
carefully lays things tipped over
on a silver ridged drainboard
and smiles at having helped

he’s 9 now but suddenly I see him back at 3
standing on the kitchen chair
with its back to the sink
wearing a corduroy apron
splashing cups in great drifts of suds
pouring and dumping and
scooping some more
overjoyed by the play
of water running over his hands
making things clean