Like Cumuli
October 14th, 2007Save as PDF
Like Cumuli
I may change my shape
I may be be puffy, soft, benign
I may be dark and saturnine.
I may rain on you.
Like trees
I may redden, shed
grow gnarled and grim.
(Unlike the trees I will not green again.)
Like rivers
I invite you in. Float seaward with me.
I may jostle you with rocks
Whirl you in an eddy
But I will carry you.
Like the river marshes
I may harbor leeches,
Muds that suck you down.
You will strain to leave
But I will hold you.
Like you
I may be inattentive.
But as my mind goes off alone
A poem is forming.
October 14th, 2007 at 6:05 pm
And may many, many more such wonderful poems form! It’s such a joy to find these lovely surprises on my computer, instead of the usual requests or announcements. This one is especially apt and I’ll think of it as I walk tomorrow– actually, I think you ARE greening again, via poetry– THANK YOU!!