A sweetgum is silhouetted
against the east cream-sky, leaves like
black stars against inverted space,
Absorbing all light.
Weathered, brittle plastic toys lie
scattered in the backyard, glowing
in faint beatific rose rays
For a little while.
The house sits quiet and languid
as the summer air outside feels
like a held breath, waiting to burst
Out, then in again.
When the kids wake, the spell will be
broken, but for the time being,
the world itself seems possible,
Open, blank, watching.
Maybe today’s news won’t happen,
and all is cream and roses and
God is standing back of it all
Breathing, “It is good.”
Image: Appalachian Sunrise, Watauga County, N.C., July 2018.