Susan Sweetland Garay’s most recent poem to appear here was Saying please (July 2014).
The trees
By Susan Sweetland Garay
I measure my days in glasses of water–
all my vices have been taken from me
and I am left with only this clear liquid,
responsible for so much good and ill.
Time feels short
and life is tricky
and I suppose
something in me
drew you closer
despite my
difficulty.
But for me,
I think,
it was the trees
in that certain light
that only comes
right after a rain.
When the sky is a fantastic
dark grey blue backdrop and
the trees themselves
seem to glow
neon green.