just now, today
and for a moment, thus
forever,
the heaviness of devil-darkened thought,
death in some disguise yet to be called out,
threatened grey ruin to the day
which is not mine
as that same devil, named, will not be mine -
so pushed aside my dinner plate
and read a poem
and rejoined the world of now
of sunshine, families, all
the heart loves
and mind turns grey
and into devil's grey, and death and life
stepped gratitude.
... and credit where credit's due - it was Linda Pastan writing about her grandchild...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For me it was your 'The Father'. Thank you Michael. GS