ODE TO ZARA

Do you know what it means--could you possibly imagine what it takes in this world gone off its hinge, and don't tell me it's not so, to bear, to carry down the shore of years beaten by foamy waves, something as heavy as resilience, unimaginable, or perhaps hope--one could cry, do you still have the capacity to remember lov e Maybe the strength is in the remembering Not a mere word But a feeling where your own red seas Convalesce and part again im that sacred chamber of your heart and I sit here feeling the brunt of the sun's burden, looking back with a knowing smirk, and like an easy cloud she walks by to cool me--she doesn't even know me-- she makesit look so easy, she's...Zara, she says. Indeed. You learn something every day etc. etc. clic he cliche... Listen, I've seen what it looks like-- Resilince, Hope, Love are not a burden to be dragged through the resisting sand like a casket of gold... They go easy, they are forgiving, they are carried within...and sometimes, when the rest of us are so lucky, they pass our path as one life-giving cloud and give us life--their life-giving rain.