Day Star
     for Jan Newman

Here in the dark, waiting
for the sun to travel again
over the curve of the earth,
its daily round,
and hearing pre-dawn birdsong,
I understand: the whole world
waits, as we did.

I think of traveling to your house,
so long ago, visiting.
Our garden chairs set beside
your red sub-tropical blooms,
the box of old negatives
at our feet, tea-dark strips of film
we layered into visors.

Laughing, we looked boldly
into the doubled dark
of that solar eclipse,
waiting,
certain as songbirds,
for the sun,
its radiant return.

Leslie Schultz

Journey Back

Until Tomorrow!

Leslie