In poems, morning words
sound roundly odd, assume selves
born in sunrise, newly woken
to the world, a golden zone.
In morning the poem’s shape
turns and folds, a moving helix
that thins or grows fat, glows
a morning orange god, a globe.
Poems in morning are full of themselves,
like members of a family, school children
before school, not yet subdued by lazy noon
or evening’s elegy. Best news is morning news.
Michael Gessner has authored 12 books of poetry and prose. His most recent is Selected Poems (FutureCycle Press, 2016). Recently, his poems have been included in The American Journal of Poetry, North American Review (finalist for the Hearst Poetry Prize), Juniper, The Ekphrastic Review, Verse Daily, Innisfree Poetry Journal, and the Poetry Foundation selected four poems for its online archives. His reviews appear in Jacket2, North American Review, The Edgar Allan Poe Review, and The Kenyon Review. He is a voting member of the National Book Critics Circle. Other publications and information available at https://www.michaelgessner.com.