Dawn Revisited

By Rita Dove

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.

There's nothing like the sun crystallizing off the snow piles on each side of our driveway necessitating sunglasses, don't you know, to get a girl up and moving. The exile to the grey and frozen tundra of another CinCity winter is soon at an end. My money's down on seeing someone in shorts today. Outside. A six-pack of Ale 8 on the line.
I've taken a break from this blog for a while. Long story and plenty of time to tell it, but believe it's a good time to return. The world still needs poetry. Or mockery. Lucky me has both.


  1. welcome back, love the bird painting and the poem, beautiful

  2. Thanks! It's a day to believe Spring really might just be around the corner.

  3. I was just looking at your blog name on my blog roll the other day & wondering how you were doing! Welcome back!


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