Published 8 years ago
Today, the pond is stiff with ice
and when I tossed a stone and saw it slide, not sink,
I watched it sitting on the frozen surface
and took a breath of the chilly air,
surprised at how what rippled yesterday
was now so still and new,
changed by the weather’s way.
And standing on the frozen water’s edge,
remembering the huge typhoon
that ripped so many lives apart
a world away,
I look out at the ice
that came into my life,
wondering what I would do
if one day,
admiring the rising sun,
the next day,
everything I knew and had was swept away.
Today the sky is blue.
The trees that once had leaves are bare.
And every step I take takes me where I’m going,
and so I take another breath of the cold morning air
and look out at the ice that now is there.