Thursday November 9, 2010
Rising Early to Begin the Journey
Starlight is tip-toeing
across my quilt
when the alarm
goes off. I lie
there for a few moments
feeling the weight
of its footprints,
wishing I could fall
back to sleep.
Getting up, I glance
out the window
at a quarter moon
smiling.
I'm not.
It's 4:30
and I have a plane
to catch.
My mom has cancer
and I have to go
to Florida
to care for her.
The stars are still
in the sky
as I head out
of town,
the same stars
my mom can see
if she looks
out her window.
But, she can't
even get out
of bed.
The moon
slides behind
clouds.
This is a nice poem. The last three lines are wonderful and the line "the stars are still" is a nice use of enjambment. The first stanza is also great.
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