Today we celebrate.

The clouds have forgotten
What it's like
To float off into the sunset
And instead, hang thick,
Dark, and heavy with rain.

A day in the park will go on
Without the park.

When the river has collected
All the tears
It will give them back
In splashes of colour released
Across the sky. 

There will be no fireworks for me
Without you.

Lift a glass to catch the embers;
I've never liked wine
But I love fine glasses;
Pleasing to the eye and delicate
to the touch,

And touch is the birthplace
of my fire.



Janet Reid
july 2008