First Day Of School

There is a stone, a name on it

A name I chose for eyes soo green

That trees in May became moonlit

And babies smiled without a scream

There is a stone, it is tear-shaped

A granite tear frozen in space

A space I filled with hopes to let

Tiny fingers lead me to dance

There is a stone, my name on it

A name I gave, as a poem, a sound, a fear

Like morning dew keeps a secret

Upon blue lips in fragrance sealed

There is a field, deep holes in it

Where evening rays once disappeared

And on that field, a stone now sits

Carved as a name, shaped as a tear

August 30, 2006