Water gathering
most days I wait
through blue and sun
till dusk
or even later
and the rose has faded
to lavender, to gray
some days, the sleet
has started
and the leaves underfoot
are slick with ice
somehow I'm never sorry
and never learn
one night I waited
till the stars were out
dropped the bucket into
sound, only felt the weight
of it filling
and the night full of stars
and the river full of stars
and the bucket full of stars
come morning, the coffee
is also full of stars
6 comments:
Yes indeedy do. Whoooop. I was so afraid that something or a number of somethings might go wrong. And it happened. And we were alive to see it.
love, Mary
Ah, yes, me, too! Been a wreck for a couple of months, lol! Jus' about everybody I know was feeling about the same. . . .
Imagine that: both a black man, AND exactly the President we needed, exactly NOW! How lucky or likely is *that*?
It's really not very likely, is it? Maybe it's not real--we certainly don't deserve it. WHOOOP!
You're taking it well, crayon. HugZ
History has shown that this country's greatest Presidents come along at those times of our greatest need.
I think this will once again be the case with Tuesday's results.
The need for greatness certainly exists and everything that I've seen indicates that Mr. Obama will more than measure up.
Aside from our need, I think what I like best is that sense that we *can* put aside hate. . . . Or *most* of us can. Bodes well for the future.
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