The Poetry Kit
BAPTISMS OF THE LATER LIFE
Rain shaded and filled the day
like your painting of some dark fisherman,
his face all mottled in sand and clay,
his fish on a plate...that tragic prize.
Such a storm, is a gift as well, in a way,
on our sojourn toward winter along the coast.
An ocean of love, for you, in my eyes!
...that the image and word
would wash and assay
our art and our way
...like the Holy Ghost!