KENNETH POBO
Fresh Start
At the front window, pinwheels of light turn.
It’s only six a.m., dawn just awake.
The day begins, a fire about to burn.
Our black cat sits on the sill looking stern—
He stares into the yard and doesn’t shake.
At the window pinwheels of light turn.
Like a baby bird, I have much to learn
and unlearn, how to live, how not to quake.
The day begins, a fire about to burn
before sunlight fades and darkness must return—
every minute precious with much at stake.
At the window pinwheels of light turn
and turn. I let go of each fraught concern.
Fresh hours give me time to make or remake.
The day begins, a fire about to burn
away confusion. I learn to discern
how to navigate between grief and ache.
At the front window, pinwheels of light turn—
the day begins, a fire about to burn.
Kenneth Pobo has a new book out called At The Window, Silence (Fernwood Press) Forthcoming is Raylene And Skip (Wolfson Press).
It's not easy getting a book or pamphlet accepted for review these days. So in addition to the regular review section, the One Poem Review feature will allow more poets' to reach a wider audience - one poem featured from a new book/pamphlet along with a cover JPG and a link to the publisher's website. Contact the editor if you have released a book/pamphlet in the last twelve months or expect to have one published. Details here
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