On This Date

by Annie Lighthart 
On this date many things happened.

Governments were heaved into being, creeds

were repeated, maps and speeches given and believed.

There was quiet on this date. A little boy lived.

There was sleep, and one birdcall stitched all the way through.

On this date there was longing. Someone walked

through a room. One hand brushed loose crumbs into the other.

The earth received them out the side door on this date, on this day.

“On This Date” by Annie Lighthart from Iron String. © Airlie Press, 2013.  (buy now)