Saturday, January 07, 2012


Sunshine brought us to the park.

It wasn't the palms I wanted, when Orion ran off to play,

but the perfect sycamore,

under which to read

from a book with a made-up map.

I recognize my mother's face in mine,

and the singular light of nine.

And that was a bit of this day. Hope yours was good.



Dan Guy said...

I saw this just now and thought of you, Lisa.

I hope that today was another good day.

lisa said...

Dan Guy: Thank you. I've gotta say, it's dead on. And no safety net. It's been a really tough gig these past few years. But there are moments.