April is Poetry Month--a poem for each day we are open

Well we did not make a poem a day--too few hours and much too much to do, but I hope you have enjoyed our choices.


From Ukiah's new Poet Laureate: Theresa Whitehill

He Brought Me Chocolate for my Hair

He brought me chocolate for my hair.
I spoke to him of power and loneliness.
I began to have qualms about the cornichons
how little they were, and sparkly with salt.
We slept under our felicity.
At every intersection, a tomato, a regret.
Morning began to develop cracks in its armature.
The gifts of drunkenness,
the long path to the sea.


Willits Library National Poetry Month Poem of the Day – April 29, 2009

DIANE ACKERMAN

SCHOOL PRAYER

In the name of the daybreak
and the eyelids of morning
and the wayfaring moon
and the night when it departs,

I swear I will not dishonor
my soul with hatred,
but offer myself humbly
as a guardian of nature,
as a healer of misery,
as a messenger of wonder,
as an architect of peace.

In the name of the sun and its mirrors
and the day that embraces it
and the cloud veils drawn over it
and the uttermost night
and the male and the female
and the plants bursting with seed
and the crowning seasons
of the firefly and the apple,

I will honor all life
- wherever and in whatever form
it may dwell – on Earth my home,
and in the mansions of the stars.