
A Good Day’s Work
The Water Tower
11
“A good day’s work,” the artist said,
admiring, as light drained from the sky,
all the different blues of a lower sky renewed.
Above the tower, a deeper shade of blue.
At the tower’s foot, the nascent grass grew damp
with dew beneath the artist’s feet.
And so, to home, but not to rest.
The restless mind plans on and on,
the next day’s work, and after that, the next.
We who bear witness, our feet fixed in the earth below,
cherish each moment, admire the paints as they flow.
Time and space trapped in fragile things
and the water tower, a watch tower now,
standing guard, on high, watching over, mirroring,
all poor creatures, set on earth, and born to die.
Click here for Roger’s reading on Anchor.
A Good Day’s Work
What a wonderful mural to inspire your beautiful poetry, a perfect collaboration! I’ve really enjoyed this whole series, Roger, thank you for sharing with us! BTW, I don’t see the link to Anchor on this one?
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I somehow screwed up the Anchor link. I have been in revolt (I am revolting!) for the last week or so. I’ll finish off the manuscript soon. Ten more picture-poems to go. Thanks for being here. It’s all been very quiet recently!
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