grasshopper prayer

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Saturday, February 16, 2008

waiting

waiting for the sun
is an exercise in shivery patience these days,
facing east like long-dead ancestors
praying to the source of life
each glimmer is hope
each cloud, beautiful menace.
The fire, yes, the fire is there,
but how much more beautiful to be warmed
blinded
by a wave that hurried 93 million miles
just
for me?