Summer is the time to write. I tell myself this
in winter especially. Summer comes,
I want to tumble with the river
over rocks and mossy dams.
A fish drifting upside down.
Slow accordians sweeten the breeze.
The Sanitary Mattress Factory says,
"Sleep is Life."
Why do I think of forty ways to spend an afternoon?
Yesterday someone said, "It gets late so early."
I wrote it down. I was going to do something with it.
Maybe it is a title and this life is the poem.
~ Naomi Shihab Nye ~
(from Fuel)
in winter especially. Summer comes,
I want to tumble with the river
over rocks and mossy dams.
A fish drifting upside down.
Slow accordians sweeten the breeze.
The Sanitary Mattress Factory says,
"Sleep is Life."
Why do I think of forty ways to spend an afternoon?
Yesterday someone said, "It gets late so early."
I wrote it down. I was going to do something with it.
Maybe it is a title and this life is the poem.
~ Naomi Shihab Nye ~
(from Fuel)
I have to re-read this several times...not yet in summer thinking.
ReplyDeleteSo true for how we put off things and find something not realizing we did. The muse strikes again ;)
ReplyDeleteYou make me smile.
ReplyDeleteLike Tabor, I have to read again
to let it soak into my winter
brain...