A Piece of the Storm

Larry Robinson Lrobpoet at sonic.net
Mon Apr 22 20:56:58 PDT 2019


A Piece of the Storm
                                                  for Sharon Horvath

>From the shadow of domes 
in the city of domes,
A snowflake, a blizzard of one, 
weightless, entered your room
And made its way to the arm of the chair 
where you, looking up
>From your book, saw it the moment it landed. 
That’s all
There was to it. 
No more than a solemn waking
To brevity, to the lifting and falling 
away of attention, swiftly,
A time between times, 
a flowerless funeral. 
No more than that
Except for the feeling 
that this piece of the storm,
Which turned into nothing 
before your eyes, would come back,
That someone years hence, 
sitting as you are now, might say:
“It’s time. The air is ready. 
The sky has an opening.”

     - Mark Strand




"Be joyful though you have considered all the facts."



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