Robin's Egg

I have found you, 
tiny blue cup,
in the grass outside my door,
and your presence assures me
that tomorrow brings gifts,
emptiness has substance,
and even though I never find
both halves of hatched egg, 
I will not die alone.

Oh, bowl of blue mystery
that fits on my thumb, 
helmet that shields me
from the falling of the sky, 
halfness that is whole, 
herald of a songster, 
naked and new  —
let me be satisfied with you, 
with just your bit of blue.

 
 
Joan Wiese Johannes

Joan Wiese Johannes

Joan Wiese Johannes’ poetry has appeared in numerous literary journals, and her fourth chapbook, He Thought the Periodic Table Was a Portrait of God, was published by Finishing Line Press. She co-edited the 2012 Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets’ calendar and is active in that organization and in a local writers’ group and an on-line critique group. Joan agrees with the stage manager in Our Town, who mused that only poets and saints truly appreciate life while living it. Although not a saint, Joan enjoys a good life with her poet/artist husband Jeffrey.