BH

The sun and blue sky

are so rare here

where the cold Pacific

meets the mountains.

Boats sail and power

across the surface

of that water

beyond this window.

The sun warms my arms

and back, as it sets

so slowly

into the trees.

On a day like this...

NO...

on this day

just as it is

I am 'afraid'--

likely a good old

Anglo-Saxon word--

but that is cowardice

I am, not

like an animal,

because I am one.

I frighten easily.

I know there is the chance

I shall not see you

I shall not hear you

Again