I Forget Sometims
Sometimes I Forget
Sometimes I forget what a wondrous shade of blue,
warm skies bring to cover the earth lest Gaia should forget
how bitter the cold of yesterday,
yet the honest ground never forgets,
tender green shoots shout to the sky:
"I am here once again, did you forget me?"
Even as I cannot forget my babies' milk breath,
their giggles of pleasure, their softness, their firm
strength in a small delicate grasp.
No, I cannot forget how the cherry blossoms, how the
heron flies, crosses the sky in a Halleluyah,
I cannot forget how the ice forms around the
baggage of yesterday I once again surrender to
the dust clouds of memories and how blue
reminds me of an infinite sky,
a perfect earth.
How this moment has passed away, whispering
to tall pines of oceans far far away,
how promises are kept.