Celebrating National Poetry Month: Poem #2

Dawn Revisted

Imagine you wake up
with a second chance: The blue jay
hawks his pretty wares
and the oak still stands, spreading
glorious shade. If you don't look back,

the future never happens.
How good to rise in sunlight,
in the prodigal smell of biscuits-
eggs and sausage on the grill.
The whole sky is yours

to write on, blown open
to a blank page. Come on,
shake a leg! You'll never know
who's down there, frying those eggs,
if you don't get up and see.

Rita Dove (1952- )

Whenever I visit an area I look for bookstores. Yesterday I found a gem in Chelan called Riverwalk Books. I discovered a new volume of poetry that I already love called 100 Poems to Lift Your Spirits, edited by Leslie Pockell. The above poem came from the collection. I will share more about the bookstore in a later post.