Etchings in the Sand…

Thoughts and Photos from the Desert…

Poetry…

Poetry…

O blessed rainy day, glorious
as a paper bag. The kingdom of poetry
is like this – quiet. anonymous,
a dab of sunlight on the back of your hand,
a view out the window just before dusk.

It’s an art more shadow than statue,
and has something to do with your dreams
running out – a bare branch of darkening
on a winter sky, the week-old snow
frozen into something hard.

It’s an art as simple as drinking water
from a tin cup; of loving that moment
at the end of autumn, say, when the air
holds no more promises, and the days are short
and likely to be gray.

A bland light is best to see it in.
Middle age brings it to flower.
And there, just when you’re feeling your weakest,
It floods you completely,
leaving you weeping as you drive your car.

— Joe Salerno
    Only Here

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