Mozart in the Morning
for Lucille Clifton, 1936-2010
The moon reappeared last night as though
nothing had happened
and in the morning I played Mozart because she loved
fancy music as well as jazz.
When we are tired of forgiving, we can think about
the vivacious differences
she showed us – that from the heart of darkness
someone is always named Light.
Today let's eat hotdogs and drink coffee in her name
so under each obliging moon
a simplicity of language, the grandeur of messages
like Mozart will go on.