Morning Mists

 

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 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: