day of light

by Paula Klein
 
it is morning
the grassy heads of the hills
nod and wave
as i pass in my boots
made of years
crows toss joyful braying bursts
across the fields
where i throw my old tools heavenward
and nothing falls
but is taken up
and the sun laughing in its one old eye
hands me this day of light
it is what i knew before i was born
it is what i will take with me
down that last road
that brushes away my footsteps
with a broom made of wind


© 2006 by Paula Klein. All rights reserved.

Paula Klein is a poet, amateur bodybuilder, and personal trainer who makes her home in the southwestern beauty of the Arizona and New Mexico deserts.