The Poetry Course

Sing what shall I sing?
Shall I sing the still warm
hollow of the bed when
I cast the white quilt,
Covering our nest
until tonight?
I have taken snow, and
wrapped it all, crevasse and
forest, in a blinding blanket

Sing what shall I sing?
Shall I sing this night-lit
table, with a sharpened pencil
and a hungry sheet before me,
Deadlines, due dates,
expectations?
I have searched my ways
and byways, opened cupboards,
found them bare.

And I have sung before
and wept to change,
but needing breath,
must.