If the woodpeckers call
back and forth to each other at
the wood’s edge, why should rain
not come with the gecko’s call?
If the seeds of sorrow are sown
in the moment of joy, where are
the explosions of joy on the horizon,
from the multitude of sorrows sown?
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
Good stuff, Luisa! Why aren’t thousands of people commenting?