poetry quarterly

10th anniversary


Donald Illich


after "Dream Variations" by Langston Hughes

To slip into the office,
where the sun is blocked,
to shuffle paper stacks,
till the work day is gone.
Then to walk in darkness
to the well-lit house,
where the evening drops,
a blanket—multi-colored,
where all lights are one.
This is what I dream of.

To leave the building,
face white rays of the sun.
Clip, clop, clip, clop,
hiking up the long hill,
resting at the very top,
shelter under leaves,
the evening a rainbow,
all lights are one.


Donald Illich has published poems in The Iowa Review, Nimrod, and Passages North. He is a writer/editor who lives in Rockville, MD.


Published in Volume 12, Number 1, Winter 2011.

To read more by this author:
Donald Illich: Poets in Federal Government Issue