John Stickney

Lift

Let us heft
       the sky blue distractions
          with tongue-tied hands

The miniature evening sky’s
       an unturned apple cart
           awaits this daytime’s message

Wading through patient daylight,
           fragrance, song and leaf
                    afternoon becomes slowly heavy

the pleasure we derive
        the fatigue we experience
           the difficulty of holding
                these moments' interest

Song

who doesn’t sing
in the snow
the meadowlark asks

John Stickney is a poet/writer originally from Cleveland, Oh, currently residing in the coastal region of Wilmington, NC.