Wednesday, April 3, 2013

What Each Day Hides

artwork: ralph murre

What Each Day Hides 
by Wilda Morris

            Beginning with a line from Li-Young Lee

I think how day hides the star,

the mouse crawling back into its hole,

the burglar creeping through a window,

and the women in red who ply their trade
on Rush Street,

how light deletes

the silver streak on which you longed
to walk across a moonlit lake

and the stillness in which I hear
your long-gone voice

in the night

~ first published in Rockford Review