How many beginnings this day?
\nI no longer believe one day follows another.
\nSome days have future and past
\nmuddled in the present.
\nAnd some days, never to be,
\nwill want a place at my table.
\nDaydreams. The romance of rain.
\nFear, more afraid of itself than me.<\/p>\n
Today, for my dear children,
\nthe first day of school.
\nAn instrument with three strings
\ncalled Mark, Michael, and Jack.
\nThree notes of infinite depth and tone.
\nMark with dark eyes,
\nfour centuries old.
\nMichael, as whimsical as C,
\nwith seven octaves.
\nAnd Jack, tall enough to see
\nabove a field of wheat,
\nwho visits Shangri-la every year
\nhe lives, and returns with peace,
\nten times in all.<\/p>\n
They will come home today
\nwith stories,
\nnew friends and teachers,
\napocryphal or so.
\nFalcons weighing the atmosphere
\nfor flight,
\nlooking to the crescent
\nof the earth,
\nchildren who can fly without falling.
\nOn whose wings I can pause
\nhalf past time,
\nand live where they go,
\nfirst day of everything,
\nfirst day of school.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
How many beginnings this day? I no longer believe one day follows another. Some days have future and past muddled in the present. And some…<\/p>\n