Will There Really Be a “Morning”? (115)
Craig Hella Johnson
poem by Emily Dickinson

Will there really be a “Morning”
Is there such a thing as “Day”?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
Morning, Morning, Where does Morning lie?
Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?
Morning, Morning, Where does Morning lie?
Oh some Scholar, Oh some sailor
Oh some Wise men from the sky
Please tell a little Pilgrim
where the place called “Morning” lie?