I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden Daffodils;
Beside the Lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And
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Recorded for Poem-a-Day, January 8, 2016.
Fog
the sun drops his knee on fog
a diurnal genuflection that
explains the lack of clarity in the prayer’s thought
when god prays to himself
using the fog’s opaque cushion
we know god is a child
who pretends to pray
because in the midst of his holy make-believe childhood
he is a beautiful version of daffodil twirling in dew
Copyright © 2016 by Vi Khi Nao. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on January 8, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.
Copyright © 2016 by Vi Khi Nao. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on January 8, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.