Messages in Rain
by
Carol Canfield
Sons and Daughters, all begotten
given, taken, and forgotten
Desecrated, sacred lines
impossible connections
still somehow intertwined
Worlds jealously withheld
imprisoned, guarded rage
a desperate kind of blankness
someday to be quelled
Silent fears
frustrated seeking
missing years
to joyful speaking
A hidden reason
an hermetic why with seal
breathing quietly somewhere
awaiting its reveal
Signs and hints
some quantum intersection
(whispering, bestowing)
some inexplicable communion,
some destined resurrection,
some it shall be reunion
This poem is about not judging people too quickly, because the experience we have with someone is likely one of many that were possible.
Judging Giant Hats
by
Carol Canfield
We are giant hats
with scraps of paper
written on inside.
And if I draw from you
an ugly piece
I may conclude that
you are full
of faulty pride.
You too may draw
a failed exam
and so assume
my loyalty defective.
Then we have both collected
one for error
because the other scraps
were ne’er by us inspected.
But if we learn
to draw in turn
and not be too demanding,
We may find
that with time
we will have understanding.