Saturday, November 26, 2005

Kalime'ra Zoe

Kalime'ra Zoe

Winter has settled in, claustrophobic grey

over a carpet of leaves I never bothered to pile.
I've left them to do their whispering in peace.

It looks like rain, and it's cold.

The mailman hasn't come yet;
the difference that makes is none.

Last night I dreamt my father called

to say that Noah's Ark had run ashore,
empty save one gender-balanced pair.

He said the olive crop was poor this year

and the dove can find no branch
that can bear the long trip home.


  1. Anonymous2:39 AM

    i will come see you soon...dunno when, but soon...i know its not easy for you to get out these days. you sound very depressed to me, maybe cuz i know ya.all i can say about your situation is shit happpens. life is a fragile thing, and all of us who have made it so far are just damn lucky. i am with you in thought or spirit or wtfe.
    sounds like your therapist tells you what they think you want to hear, but even tho a professional, they are still only human, and therefore imperfect. forgive and let it go. as far as god is concerned, if there ever was one, i think he's on vacation or something.i have no real words of wisdom to impart to you. bad things happen to good people, that which does not kill us makes us stronger, blah, blah, blah. i love you. you are loved. and nothing will change that. death is an unfortunate part of our cycle and some come to it more quickly than others. there is no blame, no fault. shake your fist to the heavens, curse all that is, it wont change the outcome of the natural process.if i sound cold, i am truly sorry, that is not my intent.i really just wanted to tell you i love you.JD

  2. before Noah sent the dove, he sent a raven, who flew on around the world until at last the waters were gone, leaving the Ark behind and starting afresh