Satisfied

Today I wake up quickly,

Hop out of bed with springy feet. 

The sunlight lulls me back when I 

Begin to walk the humid street.

Down the block from where I work, 

A restaurant whose noise and smells
Make cereal obsolete, and nine
is far from holy twelve. 

I eat until my aching sides 

Turn satisfaction past its prime. 

A plump and unambitious time,
Wistful and sublime. 

A Poem: "Spotless Sky"

I spend my day in a classroom seat where

Between breaks we learn of slaves

Whose decades built a stately tomb

The color of the sun. 

The classroom windows flaunt the grounds, 

When I stand near them cool air rushes

Through small cracks within the frames, 

Meets the radiator's heat and dies in swirls about my feet. 

A bright grey sky with borders only 

Where the trees and roofs arrange 

Around the spotless vault.

The windows and the sky are broad

The sloping shoulders of perfection

Bend to dabble in this realm. 

I squint at the bright between tree branches,

Tiny cells slip down my lashes,

Leave faded spangles on the window,

And tumble out of view.  

Once beneath my plane of sight

They scale the backsides of my eyelids 

With angelic ease.