Lines West: Prepare Yourself
I wish that breakfast-time could last all day.
Not the breakfast, though mine always pleases—
I make good omelets, rich café au lait,
Fresh juice, dense bread, salt meat, intriguing cheeses—
I mean the time itself, that hour when light
Is filtering through the aspen grove I’ve seen
Slowly mature for twenty years then some,
Both light and trees diverging from the mean
Into the day this day must now become.
But it doesn’t. It can’t last. It can’t.
That’s just not how things work. The sun each hour
Ascends and beckons, a carnivorous plant
That masquerades as a sweet-smelling flower.
Here it comes. Prepare yourself. This life
Requires more of us than a butter knife.
— David J. Rothman
recently recognized as
Poet Laureate of the Western Slope, CO