By Autumn Light
By Jonathan Bennett
Because it's all too familiar, just like
After toast and coffee reality
Is accepted more than the vivid dream
And by sundown even the memory
Is forgotten. But I recall planting,
Tending, praying for rain amidst the drought
When I almost lost hope there would be growth.
And now, look, try and find where the hard ground
Has been broken open, or tiny tracks
Of thieves who stole away with scattered seed.
Because all that is lit by autumn light
Disperses summer like dreams, and reveals
Reality too familiar to me.
