I WAS TOLD IT IS BRIGHID by Eric Rosenbloom copyright 2005 dedicated to the memory of Clarence Sterling At the top of the morning’s milk, the cream Reveals her face as bright as the rising sun, She stretches to dry her robes as they warm As of a thousand mornings and this just one. The water you drew from the well Is nourishing as good strong beer, A lake’s worth, more than enough for all To drink deep and sing loud a new year. I was shown a decorated book Where tangled threads of herb and beast Shimmered like a rainbow where I looked And puzzled faces met my own mumbling gaze. And when at last I turned the one who brought me here Was gone — a thousand tears now fall for one so dear. |