Day 87

Green Eyes
For Emma 7/05

Milky green glaze on a
French antique water pitcher,
not bright but wise,
worn for their age.
Pale depth, an inlet
where lily pads have
covered the water’s surface,
where cattails grow
comfortably and ducks hide
on the shore to care for their young.

There is a place
between Race Point and the lighthouse
where such a green exists.
We saw a blue heron
and an egret feeding together
standing on their long
lanky legs
in that marsh, that green marsh.
We drove by them 4 times
just to see it all again.

In those young eyes,
in their shade of green,
there is knowledge and
compassion beyond your years.
They watch or stare into
blankness trying to take in
all that they saw today.

Let them close. Sleep. May
your dreams be as gentle as
your eyes