The Morning Poem Did Not Come

THE MORNING POEM DID NOT COME The morning poem did not come- So this is the effort of an afternoon poem, Warm and sun- filled and relaxing and deep and waiting. This is a poem between times more interesting than itself. The light is so great now. But this too is a poem of little or nothing to say Of afternoon emptiness after morning emptiness On a tired tired day. Once I thought I would write poems which would make immortal Those I love. Now I write poems to keep myself going. This afternoon I am extremely tired But if this is poem Or even if I only think it is I can have a rest Before I face the evening.