Monday, October 24, 2016

Some Days

Some Days 
by Philip Terman 

Some days you have to turn off the news
and listen to the bird or truck
or the neighbor screaming out her life.
You have to close all the books and open
all the windows so that whatever swirls
inside can leave and whatever flutters
against the glass can enter. Some days
you have to unplug the phone and step
out to the porch and rock all afternoon
and allow the sun to tell you what to do.
The whole day has to lie ahead of you
like railroad tracks that drift off into gravel.
Some days you have to walk down the wooden
staircase through the evening fog to the river,
where the peach roses are closing,
sit on the grassy bank and wait for the two geese.

"Some Days" by Philip Terman from Our Portion. © Autumn House Press, 2015. Reprinted with permission.  

Ain't it the truth?
We just got back to Leesburg…the sun is gorgeous.
It's so good to be home.

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