Poem for Irina, January 14, 2012
When imagination lights a candle, an emotion,
aware again, I am remade. Now shade, now shelter;
I drink your voice from the summer rain—
let this rhapsody know its living roots.
As you help me take off my much sullied coat
of many memories, I am young again, love is
intense again; yes, we both have maps, but this
new land, this new garden, flowers exotically.
Your culture, mine, blend; the taste is sweet rain.
I look up: rain has begun to fall, our thirst
for each other belongs with every
fresh, fleeting line I conceive.
I believe; belief has power. Each cloud,
each shower is laced with your promise.