Linda Gregg
A Dark Thing Inside the Day
So many want to be lifted by song and dancing
and this morning it is easy to understand
I write in the sound of chirping birds hidden
in the almond trees, the almond still green
and thriving in the foliage Up the street
a man is hammering to make a new house as doves
continue their cooing forver. Bees humming
and high above that a brililant clear sky
The roses are blooming and I smell the sweetness
Everything desirable is here already in abundance
And the sea. THe dark thing is hardly visible
in the leaves, under the sheen. We sleep easily
So I bring no sad stories to warn the heart
All the flowers are adult this year. The good
world gives and the white doves praise all of it.