Sometimes afraid of reunion, sometimes
of separation: You and I, so fond of the notion
of a you and an I, should live
as though we ’d never heard those pronouns.
Rumi
Translated by Coleman Barks
On first glimpse, the weather seems normal in our neighborhood. There are the usual patterns of morning and evening fog cover. The deciduous trees have large, green crowns and the midday sky is a clear blue. Yet a closer look shows troubling signs of drought, such as shallow water in the creeks and ...
Published on July 28, 2022 00:30