Stained Glass:

-To Gerard Manley Hopkins

There between the brick walls of comfort

where the sunlight dancing ‘round the

orange and red of a worn stain-glass

Window.

There between the smug beat of summer

where cool nights follow again by a heavy,

full silence of crickets and cicadas and her whirling

Wind.

There between the crawl and the walk

where seeing disconnects the need to believe

in much more than sunbeams and a breathing linoleum

Meadow.

There between the day and the night

where the summer meets with the fall

green and yellow shine dim but tight through

a

worn

stain-

glass

window.