M. Shayne Bell
Parts of One Day

And, sometimes, at unrestrained dawn
white-clouded—the sky
all golden,
gladdened
with
blue;

and, sometimes, with no lunch it rains
words, then paragraphs
and long shots—
minutes
with
you;

and, sometimes, the dark and all stars
and the Moon—crescent,
half, but full
dazzling
and
new.