Morning Blue
By Abigail Michelini
The wind breathes on the curtain
and blue light slips
her slender legs in our sheets.
Layers of mornings
stacked like blankets
with the edges
peeking through return:
mornings where my feet
have long been striking down the dark
till finally blue
spills like hope over the horizon;
twenty-something mornings after
when day cracked open like a mouth,
sticky and wet;
mornings in bed with my babies,
breastfeeding and in love
with their fuzz, their translucent fingernails,
watching emotions storm across their open
brow and slouchy cheeks.
And this morning, my husband’s back
all steady breath until
our children bounce in,
tweeting in their high voices
news of the blue blue sky. Abigail Michelini teaches writing at Northampton Community College. Her work can be found in Anthology of Appalachian Writers, The Main Street Rag, and Whale Road Review, among other publications. Her debut chapbook, Brace, was published by Thirty West Publishing House in May 2025. When she’s not writing, she can be found playing with her kids and running Pennsylvania roads. Find her at abigailmichelini.com.
01/08 / Poetry Reading and Conversation with visiting poet-in-residence Rita Mookerjee & local poet Madison Miller / The BBar at The Betsy-South Beach, Miami Beach, FL / Live and Live-Streamed on Instagram Live/Facebook Live at @swwimmiami / 7-8:30 pm EST / Free
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I know this moment when our grandkids rush in like paratroopers landing.
Love the images of this poem!