may the night cool the day
into a fog, dripping from trees
and roof’s overhang by morning
may I wake to the heron sounding
its long note as the sun hesitates
before making a fuzzy appearance
may my dog stop short of his run
to the lawn, put his nose to a single
wet blade and know change is here
may my daughter after her waking
press her hand against the window
then smile and understand
Header photograph © Caroline Bardwell.
Lisa Stice is a poet/mother/military spouse. She is the author of Permanent Change of Station (Middle West Press, 2018) and Uniform (Aldrich Press, 2016). While it is difficult to say where home is, she currently lives in North Carolina with her husband, daughter and dog.
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