| Stuart Greenhouse |
Morning Poem of Sincerity, With Two Lines by a Four-Year-Old
In the thin stand, mist and thought
though my thought jars little but my eyes,
jumping through them over the lichen—sometimes within itself, sometimes sidewise after two squirrels—
each start starts more branches than a tree has,
for my heart is like a teapot
whose mist neither settles nor rises among the leaves—
content sky, content to thicken
until heaven—
Stuart Greenhouse
Morning Poem of Sincerity, With Two Lines by a Four-Year-Old originally appeared in What Remains, a chapbook published by the Poetry Society of America (2005).
Posted on October 4, 2006 6:29 AM