December 4, 2007

Freckles

I woke up one morning with this poem on my tongue. It was one I did not have to work on. It was published in Main Channel Voices, December 2006.


I stepped into the night,
my belly full of your love,
and picked the stars
one by one
off the sky.

I laid them
onto your sleeping face
to be your freckles.

2 comments:

David Sunfellow said...

My favorite living poet has appeared online. How marvelous, delightful, and promising. It is only a matter of time now before others, after reading one or two or three of your poems, discover their hair is on fire. Like me, they'll jump to their feet and shout "Hallelujah!" Amid a world filled with shallow plastic wading pools, there is finally an ocean, with some real water to swim in...

Christopher Eaton said...

Beautiful.