Poem of the day: A Blessing by James Wright

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.

And the eyes of those two Indian ponies

Darken with kindness.

They have come gladly out of the willows

To welcome my friend and me.

We step over the barbed wire into the pasture

Where they have been grazing all day, alone.

They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness

That we have come.

They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.

There is no loneliness like theirs.

At home once more,

They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.

I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,

For she has walked over to me

And nuzzled my left hand.

She is black and white,

Her mane falls wild on her forehead,

And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear

That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.

Suddenly I realize

That if I stepped out of my body I would break

Into blossom.

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geese resting in a flooded field

in darkness descending cerulean to black
a surprise bursting out of night in harsh
headlight glare
they rested quietly upon the silver flash
of still water
white cheeked upon black neck white contrast
to the dark obscurity that rests opposite daylight
a whole flock lately returned from southern sojourns
skeins soaring across the sky
now in gentle quiescence
small trees grow in summer where they rest
the water recedes, gives way to dry ground
for now, it is home and as I round the bend
they stay with me in perfect
peace.

diane o’leary 2009

geese