A Very Mary Variation
Morning Mists
in the morning shower
where I think vividly
whenever I open the ponderous book of riddles
I wonder things
like whether the sweat beads of the night are the mists of
dreams that tried to cling
if tearful prayer is like a lane into heaven that leads from a dream
then is there any wonder that a steamy shower is like a vaporizing thought quencher?
Lines borrowed
from Mary Oliver
“The Dipper” – whenever I open the ponderous book of riddles
From Sidney Lanier “The Marshes of Glynn” – like a lame into heaven that leads from a dream
Common Threads 