Tuesday, May 28, 2013


But the mind always wants
more than it has - 
one more bright day of sun, 
one more clear night in bed 
with the moon; one more hour 
to get the words right; one 
more chance for the heart in hiding 
to emerge from its thicket 
in dried grasses - as if this quiet day 
with its tentative light weren't enough, 
as if joy weren't strewn all around. 

Holly Hughes 
Photo:  Peter Bowers