Well, not really.
It is just that, after a few days of posting childish nonsense, I am returning to the theme of my next live poetry presentation - "Making The World Go Round".
So here is a short poem, by Mark Strand, about love arriving late in life.
Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.
Mark Strand













08/03/08 @ 08:04