SABBATH DAWNING
Fumbling with early morning laces
the kittens have left in unequal lengths,
always loosening the wrong one first
to make them right to tie,
I realize that it is our devices
that don’t always work well,
that frustrate our day, and nights –
our genius that is not perfect.
The float on the trough leaks
where the horses played last night
and the cows in a dust cloud
impatient for hay don’t know
it’s Sunday. There will be more
before the sun breaks the ridge –
Hallelujah, the brilliance of it all!