Rebelling against Facebook a bit, and posting on my blog again! 2011, what a year so far!
Friday, November 16, 2007
A well loved poem in honor of my friend's mother, who we buried today
Sabbatical
Someday I want to take my leave
without a ripple, after the sun turns
sour. Perhaps a night when winds
are calm and the moon turns rain.
You'll be sleeping of course, but I won't
disturb your rest, just ease through the door,
start walking West. Someone I've known
may feel an emptinesss, go to the window
and not know why. Remember that morning
robins stopped singing? Nobody noticed
till after snow. That's how I want to go.
Look for me in the shade of a willow.
Listen hard. Whatever grass says,
it speaks for me.
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