Sunday's Thought

A poem from the keynote speaker here at the Kachemak Bay Writers' Conference, Rita Dove from her book On The Bus With Rosa Parks

Dawn Revisted

Imagine you wake up

with a second chance: The blue jay

hawks his pretty wares

and the oak still stands, spreading

glorious shade. If you look back,

 

the future never happens. How good to rise in sunlight,

in the prodigal smell of biscuits-

eggs and sausage on the grill. 

The whole sky is yours

 

to write on, blown open

to a blank page. Come on,

shake a leg! You'll never know

who's down there, frying those eggs,

if you don't get up and see.

 

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