This past Thursday in NYC, it rained. It was the first rainy day since last autumn that was warm enough so people weren’t bundled up.
The vernal equinox was only a day away. The light was lovely — warm and deep, despite the wet and the dark clouds. There was almost no wind.
Loose ends were tied, the message sent
As I walked on in merriment
With ruddy arms I build a cairn
That lies a ways past yonder barn
One piece of gold I have in tow
My back faced to the winds that blow
This growing monumental mound
Will hide my grief on sacred ground
A daily prayer, a daily grind
A rock a day to ease my mind
To reach the sky! To find my love!
To live the dream I’m dreaming of
The warm sap has thickened my bark
Giving me a much needed and welcome tough skin
When the wind blows I curl in my roots
Like toes in tight shoes
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