Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Who Were You Then?
Who Were You Then?
How many rose gardens,
how many prayers,
moons which swelled
just for you
as you walked below.
That moment
on the cliffs,
the surf hurling itself
against the rocks,
you watched together
as the sea
swallowed the sun,
its brilliant saffron and plum
spreading into
a ladder of light.
Yet at times
the waves
echoed
your own sobs,
the trees moaned
in unison.
Who were you then?
And now,
can you say,
is it all knit together,
griefs and expectations
finally compounded,
creature
at last complete?
Dorothy Walters
December 3, 2008
How many rose gardens,
how many prayers,
moons which swelled
just for you
as you walked below.
That moment
on the cliffs,
the surf hurling itself
against the rocks,
you watched together
as the sea
swallowed the sun,
its brilliant saffron and plum
spreading into
a ladder of light.
Yet at times
the waves
echoed
your own sobs,
the trees moaned
in unison.
Who were you then?
And now,
can you say,
is it all knit together,
griefs and expectations
finally compounded,
creature
at last complete?
Dorothy Walters
December 3, 2008
