Perspective Poem by GORDON GILHULY

cotton sky
mellow blue washed with white
bed sheet for the sun
edged in the complicated
mosaic of feathery grey clouds and the
green breath of trees
exhalations of the roots that
hold the world together

tender meadow
already delicious hot
filled with wise flowers
and sweet grasses
running to the lane
playing with the corners
of the untamed lawn

this room
filled with modest light
and holiness

you, nursing