10
May
EARLY HOUR
The light this hour
So little holds the sky,
enters our room—enough
for love’s secret toil
and aftermath, things
small as this light, overwhelmed
by a world it wakens. See
the moon’s nimble
crescent
gleaming over the treetops,
frog on each trunk climbing
through saffron to bed.
A single bird voices
the last dim clarity
before rising mists
untenure our dreams.
by Sean Sexton