New Day

My bedroom windows have overlooked:
A ragged backyard,
A basement window well,
A tree and street,
A dumpster,
A driveway.

And then, most cruel, a bed blocked one window
And an ugly storage trailer loomed ten feet away,
Enough for light and sky,
But nothing green and nothing beautiful.

When we planned our house,
We chose the room by the front door,
An arbitrary decision. It could have gone either way.

What joyful surprise that first morning,
To a pink sunrise over the far hill
That I could see from my place on the bed.
The sun came up.

From ugly fake wood boxy blue
To pine-covered hill and radiance of
New Day.