Tuesday, November 15, 2011
"Sometimes" (poem by Dorothy
Sometimes
Sometimes it is as if
Nothing is happening,
Nothing you have called for,
Or come to expect.
No unexpected knocks
At the door,
No strange and lovely
Scents in the house.
No midnight love play.
All is empty, void,
Self left to its own devices.
Did someone take a knife
And cut the connection?
Is there a thief in the basement
Severing all our close ties
Of feeling,
Threads of memory?
Then one day,
Surprise reappearance.
Do not ask where “it”
Has been,
What its purpose or
Goal.
Revel in its
Forgotten splendor.
Give thanks
For its sudden return.
Dorothy Walters
November 14, 2011
