"My great-aunt Alice, Miss Rumphius, is very old now. Her hair is very white. Every year there are more and more lupines. Now they call her the Lupine Lady. Sometimes my friends stand with me outside her gate, curious to see the old, old lady who planted the fields of lupines. When she invites us in, they come slowly. They think she is the oldest woman in the world. Often she tells us stories of faraway places.
"When I grow up," I tell her, "I too will go to faraway places and come home to live by the sea."
"That is all very well, little Alice," says my aunt, "but there is a third thing you must do."
"What is that?" I ask.
"You must do something to make the world more beautiful."
"All right," I say.
But I do no know yet what that will be.

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

what comes from above?


I watched the sky above
Waiting for clouds to send anything but love.
I looked up waiting to fail
Waiting for the hail...
The darkness of clouds, the billow, the roll
Waiting and watching for a storm that never would toll

I watched the sky above
Waiting for mountains of love
I looked up beaming with success
Waiting for....
The sunshine, the pop, the fizzle
Waiting and watching for a glow and no drizzle.

But the sky doesn’t produce love, success or failure.
No matter the season, all the sky can produce is weather.
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