James B. Nicola

† †††† When a greenhouse is attached to your
house, you can be outside and inside at
the same time. It is like a balcony
or porch that way. And I have always liked
†††† porches, balconies and terraces.
In fact Iíve put plants on my balcony,
my terrace, where I like to sleep in summer.
Then I have companions tucked in as firmly
as the rest of the world. And in the morning
††††††††† as the concentrated sun
††††††††† warms our waking world as one
††††††††† without the panes of greenhouse walls
†††† we unfold, leaf by leaf, breath by breath,
to greet the light, and make one thing, together.


James B. Nicola's poems have appeared several times in riverbabble, as well as in the Antioch, Southwest and Atlanta Reviews, Rattle, and Poetry East. His nonfiction book Playing the Audience won a Choice award. His three poetry collections are Manhattan Plaza (2014), Stage to Page: Poems from the Theater (2016), and Wind in the Cave (2017).

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