One Year of Grace
try to imagine
one year of grace
one perfect day after another
in a house where dust
does not collect behind walls
and the corners are free from webs
when you enter here take off your shoes
the floors are made of gold
hidden in the carpenter’s truth
for we are gifted
with felicity of
place of solitude
& friends
and what we store
in memory
and I think
with patience
and with kindness
what is possible becomes new
(1984 Coloradan Poetry Award)
