Is it dark morning?
my children ask
in the pre-dawns of winter.
This time, I don’t know
the answer. I hope so, my loves,
I damn sure hope
this sightless cold
is the broad back of daylight
turning around to hold us.
—Caroline Pittman
Caroline Pittman lives in Atlanta. Her poems have appeared in American Poetry Review, Poetry Northwest, Thrush, and elsewhere.
