Our heads bow over a book Bow and bow again. We take turns reading pages Promising re-covery A loving cloak for raw emotions A shelter in discomfort.
Lightning preceded the surprising rain Falling on unripened strawberries, Unfinished pumpkins, silly bright sunflowers Blinking out from the newly grey, quiet light.
Puddles emerge on our gravel road Like the cancer in our friend's breast, liver, spine. The mastectomy is cancelled. The garden party is cancelled.
Our heads bow again Over books, hearts, bodies, life. Are there souls untouched By worldly too-soon showers?
We seam our sides together We harvest and harvest again.