A Wish for the Lost

I had hoped the rain had stopped for the year

(A silly thing to think of, in April)

But today when the mistings sent us scurrying indoors

I was glad you were among the friends

Watching empty-minded movies with me.

I spoke of the ugly skies because I was wishing

That the weather would be kind to you.

I know you must be missing

The sun and the warm place you call home

And your chilhood house and your parents

And everyone you know.

I tried to take you in to a circle of people

And let us lend our body heat to yours,

For when the winters get cold

But I'm not so sure we've pentrated your insulation.

Thank you, for smiling on days that I think you want to cry.

Thank you, for sitting in a smooth bright classroom everyday

And letting us have hope for you.

Thank you, for thanking us

Like we've done something real for you

Even though I don't think I have.

This was my hundredth attempt:

I was trying to wish the rain to stop for you.

But there were too many prayers for it to continue,

From the Sound and the plants and the earth and my people,

And among them my longing got lost -

Like you.

XXX--