Correction to invitation to Oral Tradition Poetry salon

[Larry Robinson]

Oops; I inadvertently directed you to reply to this message to reserve a seat for the December 16 poetry salon. I should have told you to send me a message at Lrobpoet at sonic.net. Sorry



You are cordially invited to join us for an Oral Tradition Poetry Salon

Falling or Flying

Saturday, December 16
7:00 PM

at the home of Larry Robinson and Cynthia Kishi
460 Eleanor Ave., Sebastopol

We will gather in the darkest time of the year - in one of the darkest years in memory - to share fellowship, tasty treats and poems, stories and song learned by heart. Our gathering will be a prayer for the return of the light.

Seating is limited. To reserve a space please send a message to Lrobpoet at sonic.net letting me know how many seats and the names of those who will occupy those seats.

Falling

In these awe-filled days of fire and flood
We watch and wait and wonder
When that fierce hand
Might reach at last for us.

Those of us not yet touched by calamity
Quake, knowing in our bones
That though we may be spared
This time, time will level us all.

No magic amulets, no prayers,
Good deeds or good looks
Can promise protection
From our terminal condition.

And those who have watched a child
Swept forever from our arms
Or fled the flames that swallowed
Our hopes and our memories

Or hid from the bombs
Or the predator’s gaze
Know that nothing now will ever be the same -
As if anything ever were.

For all of us are falling
Like ashes, like rain,
Like petals or leaves;
But we all are falling together.

And if we knew, in truth,
There was nowhere to land,
Tell me: could we know the difference
Between falling and flying?

	- Larry Robinson
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