Poem

I am reminded today
that great battles
may take place
on the most beautiful day of the year -
  that perhaps it was crystalline
  at Leipzig or Waterloo,
  Monte Cassino or Vicksburg;
that on a day
perfect for boating or badminton
battles might erupt
or life leak away before our eyes
  even as
  crisp bright breezes
  blow through our hair
  and geese
  sparkle in their necklaces
  towards twilight;
disappearing
even as
they appear anew
to others waiting
nearer that horizon.


November 27, 2012