YESTERDAY'S CLOUDS ARE GONE FOREVERDreading return of the shrill spinning tornado
or wishing for another look at a special cloud
that appeared like your mother’s favorite teapot
will almost certainly not change anything
but the weather in the region of your heart
Yesterday’s clouds are gone forever
2 comments:
Hi Jerral,
You post today reminded me of Adrienne Rich's
Storm Warnings
The glass has been falling all the afternoon,
And knowing better than the instrument
What winds are walking overhead, what zone
Of grey unrest is moving across the land,
I leave the book upon a pillowed chair
And walk from window to closed window, watching
Boughs strain against the sky
And think again, as often when the air
Moves inward toward a silent core of waiting,
How with a single purpose time has traveled
By secret currents of the undiscerned
Into this polar realm. Weather abroad
And weather in the heart alike come on
Regardless of prediction.
Between foreseeing and averting change
Lies all the mastery of elements
Which clocks and weatherglasses cannot alter.
Time in the hand is not control of time,
Nor shattered fragments of an instrument
A proof against the wind; the wind will rise,
We can only close the shutters.
I draw the curtains as the sky goes black
And set a match to candles sheathed in glass
Against the keyhole draught, the insistent whine
Of weather through the unsealed aperture.
This is our sole defense against the season;
These are the things we have learned to do
Who live in troubled regions.
I really like this poem!
Valerie
Valerie,
Wow! Adrienne Rich's poem is exactly right for these clouds... I can imagine how fantastic the clouds have been these past couple of days from your place on the hill above San Diego.
Jerral
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