Like a Shining Mirror
Trying never to rain
Father anvil cumulus
Throwing rope-tornadoes and lightning
Gone now from the mirror
Blinding blue where they were
To uncloud myself.
We owned the roof over our heads;
my parents slept in the same bed.
Mother taught me to recognize
pansies, snap-dragons, tiger-lilies;
how to spread mulch, and how to place
bulbs; how sometimes the trowel's blade