Jonathan Galassi Poems
|5.||Lunch Poem For F.S.||1/11/2012|
|7.||North Of Childhood||1/11/2012|
You were in bed.
You heard your mother working in the kitchen.
It was still light, the birds were bickering,
the waterfall behind the house was falling.
Its rushing lulled you,
you loved the moment you lay in,
and you counted the time
from this instant
and put it away
to be lived on another night,
your wedding night or some other night
that needed all the luck,
all the saved-up minutes you could bring it.
Later you filled bottles in the stream
and dated them and stored them in a cupboard.
Months after, you retrieved ...