poem by Dave Morrison

One
and the day came up golden
and the sky bright blue steel
and the wood rough and sun-warm
and the coffee hot, bitter
and the day fresh-baked bread
and the day un-locked trunk
and the day sharp horizon
and the day wild horse.

Two
and the day came up hidden
and the sky aluminum
and the air a cold whisper
and the gray wrapped around us
and the day blank paper
and the day ringing phone
and the day unopened book
and the day circling hawk

Three
and the heater runs, panting
and the memories frozen clothesline
and the air cold clean metal
and the sky blueberry parfait
and the day a curved road
and the day stacked wood
and the day thirteen dollars
and the day a door ajar.

Four
and the sun climbs the barn roof
and sits burning golden
and the streets lifeless ribbon
and the wind gentle broom
and the day sleeping dog
and the day boiling kettle
and the day pen on paper
and the stones cold and still.