Sunday, January 23, 2011

Poem for Sarah’s Walk with Sequoia

Emotions and weather ignore us.

We are no more our sorrows

Than we are the rain, no

More the possessors of our joys

Than of a sudden shaft of sunlight.

“The weather will be what the weather

Will be, whether we like it

Or not.” So said you

In a brilliant coastal mood

And so, on a pearl blue afternoon

Waiting for your return, say I.

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