Gifts

Give me the pale gray sky.
Give me the bare-branching trees.
Give me the silent brick,
	the bright graffiti,
	the rumbling train.
Give me the empty stations
	and the lonely lights.
Give me this morning,
	out of all mornings,
	to remember I am alive.

Give me the settling dark.
Give me the long-sighing wind.
Give me the heavy snowflakes,
	the sliding slush,	
	the grumbling plows.
Give me the hidden moon
	and the haloed street-lamps.
Give me this night,
	out of all nights,
	to be walking towards home.


--Megan Morris, meikundayo@yahoo.com