A Poem a Day

This Sunday, I will be speaking to the importance of daily spiritual practice. One of my favorite daily practices is to read the daily poem that is emailed to me from The Writer's Almanac. If you'd like to sign up for this free service you can go to the Writer's Almanac website.

Here's today's poem:

Trapeze

by Deborah Digges

See how the first dark takes the city in its arms
and carries it into what yesterday we called the future.

O, the dying are such acrobats.
Here you must take a boat from one day to the next,

or clutch the girders of the bridge, hand over hand.
But they are sailing like a pendulum between eternity and evening,

diving, recovering, balancing the air.
Who can tell at this hour seabirds from starlings,

wind from revolving doors or currents off the river.
Some are as children on swings pumping higher and higher.

Don't call them back, don't call them in for supper.
See, they leave scuff marks like jet trails on the sky.

"Trapeze" by Deborah Digges, from Trapeze. © Alfred A. Knopf, 2005. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)