These last few weeks have been difficult
abraded by the cold tapwater mornings
the watery sunless afternoons and all
the beads of bad news which hang heavy
together, all this buffeting by failure, by
failed promises and failed expectations
yes, these things happen, and they have
happened now. You are torn for a while
by disappointments, by the loss of long-
held imaginings. We all are, sometimes.
Still, there is a cat sleeping in a slant
of sunlight; there is a flock of girls on
the green, a windless fall of snow, and
a film you want to see in the cinema.
Shake out from the cloth of the month
those few hours that troubled you
and let them fall. Take comfort.
They are no longer in your future.
They can never hurt so much again.
