Again... Roethke Redux

Hope Amid Decay

This poem reminds me of Roethke’s greenhouse poems.

A Commencement

I await without hope

But not hopeless,

Writing in my childish copy book

About a world eaten up

And silted over

With a dust,

Unnoticed,

Sifting down.

Shake it off, dogs.

Be rising and on the go.

The stillness

After the silence

Is as thrilling as

A burst of

Noisy applause.

In the quiet

mother waters

Of this