May our burdens lighten, may the day
lift shadows from the ground like leaves
caught in a summer wind, before they
lengthen; may the strip of cheap
colored foil twirling in the branches
bring wings and lost bird voices; may the ant
shouldering a crumb of bread find his way
by dusk; may a hand reaching for something to dip
into a cup of coffee come across the half-moon
floating like an abandoned biscuit in the sky.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.