On a Written Day
Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain wisdom of heart. – Psalm 89 The lilies are dry spent, the flesh of summer is full, a sparrow darts and drops, and before and behind me the numbered pages of the day. It is nothing to record but only express the birthed thoughts growing into the soul, slow-cutting my being from the shape of the world. Am I alone? Do I lean on a rotting fence? The green mold leafs, the grasses rise— If it grows evening and I am still here— if it grows evening and my words do not stay then I have poorly spent the lifetime of a day.
—Simeon Lewis
Simeon Lewis attended the University of Vermont for both
undergraduate and graduate school and received degrees in History
and Education. He works as a middle school teacher at St. Francis
Xavier School in Winooski, Vermont and currently teaches social
studies and religion.
