Tuesday, September 9, 2008



In the early morn the clouds
hang low dark air cool misty
echoes of a primeval time
all that we built seems false
fragile we are called
deeper and deeper into
all we hoped to leave
chaos fear lonely pain
I speak with women aging well
asking still but cautioned
and concerned about us
I want to forgive the world
though it angers and hurts
and in these eyes their eyes
forgiveness makes the world
possible our unspoken dream
our unspoken argument heard
we all want more than is
and must live with each other
rain sun all this mystery.

(c) (DG, circa 1980s)