The limpid light

 The limpid light

The limpid light leaks languidly

From an early sky in late July

Behind the sleeping houses

Neath the spire of Sallynoggin church. 

This timid day, still innocent

Sinless as in early Eden 

Holds it breath, the air now cooler 

Than it’s been for weeks. 

The wind picks up and buffets attics

While sea gulls squawk announcing

The coming storm and early swimmers

Survey the choppy waters with concern. 

 

It’s an ordinary day, as simple as they come

When God in heaven has not troubled

To produce his easel or his special paints 

Content to paint a day in black and white. 

But this new day is worthy 

As worthy as any other 

This gift comes naked without wrapping

Grateful we, its proud new owners 

We’re undecided  what to do

Or how to spend these precious hours

We’ll grab just five minutes more

Before our feet shall touch the floor.