| The Passing
(For Adriene)
Today
Farmer Smithe tills his field
furrows straight and deep
in rich fallow soil
Today
Rather and Jennings talk of high tech stocks
and of Arab dreams throwing stones
in an imprisoned West Bank town
Today
The Earth flows silently through void
yielding her usual blind turn
half dark, partly cloudy skies
half bathed by bright Sun across sea and land
Today
A daughter weeps, her mother breathes no more
The common world doesn’t seem to care
too busy with burnt coffee, crowded streets
and haphazard injustice strewn in randomness
Yet today
Somewhere fluttering high in a wide welcome sky
one tiny swallow flies with new strength of wing
Somewhere deep in green pine hills
the breeze brushes at trees with a little more care
And somewhere a road reaching far across open desert
runs straighter with the whisper of a gentler way
For today
Tao passed a mothers freely given love
into the bosom of a kind, quiet eddy
Innocent, her journey crossed the blue veil
to dwell for a time in the Summerlands
Sunday, April 05, 1998
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