Habit
Last night when my work was done,
And my estranged hands
Were becoming mutually interested
In such forgotten things as pulses,
I looked out of a window
Into a glittering night sky.
And instantly
I began to feather-stitch a ring around the moon.
Credit
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on November 2, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
“Habit” was published in Curtains (John Lane Company, 1921).
Date Published
01/01/1921