Sometimes We Cry
January 14th, 2015 at 7:50 pm
SOMETIMES WE CRY
On the city’s main street, wind blows things
up and out of the gutter, half litter, half leaves.
It’s winter now, January. Sitting in the coffee shop
I hear “Sometimes We Cry.” Van Morrison’s voice
scrapes the inside of my skin as it always does.
We have a past, he and I, this song and me.
I played it over and over one October morning,
years ago, as I drove toward a funeral.
The windshield wipers put me in a trance,
rain blurred the road,
Morrison broke my heart.
Today, looking out the window, I watch the wind
rearrange the world. I listen to the music without
tears, but the gray sky could drop rain at any minute,
and this saxophone solo is nothing but old sorrow,
a weight around my neck.
~ Cheryl Unruh
1.14.15
That’s beautiful, Cheryl. Morrison’s music is so evocative, your words speak to the melody.
THANK YOU— BROUGHT BACK MEMORIES FOR ME ALSO——-
♡
Heart-rending! Thanks!
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@ginger porter
Love it. Thought and memory provoking.
Oh, that gave me goosebumps. I *felt* this poem.