Thursday, October 22, 2009

A Happy Birthday
by Ted Kooser

This evening, I sat by an open window
and read till the light was gone and the book
was no more than a part of the darkness.
I could easily have switched on a lamp,
but I wanted to ride this day down into night,
to sit alone and smooth the unreadable page
with the pale gray ghost of my hand.

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful. I sometimes read until I can no longer see the page ... and wonder when did this day turn to night?