Morning

when the light was first out

 

when it was fresh, like produce

at a good grocery store

 

when the light was a peach, it peered

over the edge of the city and into rooms

 

it was juicy and full of nectar, uneaten

golden nectar

 

dripping precious sweet on windowsills

and closed curtains

 

citrus-gold, it trickled

over wooden floors, filling crevasses like liquid

 

it trickled and seeped into bedclothes

dampened the sleepy heads

 

until their hair glowed golden warm

 

 

 

Issa M. Lewis: I am a graduate of New England College’s MFA in Poetry program and currently teach composition at Davenport University. I was the 2013 recipient of the Lucille Clifton Poetry Prize, and my poems have previously appeared in Tule Review, Jabberwock, Blue Lyra Review, Pearl, and Naugatuck River Review.