How Poets Live

by Daniel

Now to discard the skin of darkness
Of the cellar where I dwell on ambiguity
Out of it’s cold beauty sleep, the ghost
  snow
On the lawn inviting me to live the life
Of children in the light, in the garden
Like desert nomads, the white garments
  falling
Through the branches of the tree into a state
  of grace
No sacrifice of an Isaac nor a ram caught in
  a thicket
Integrates our hearts. Only this, to awake to
  a dream
Can take us beyond our nostalgia for the
  new
And teach our children how poets live
Mouth to hand, hand to mouth, silent as light