If Only
If the grief
had been more clear
and the light stain of tears
not mistaken for the dusting
of a spring shower
a word may have been uttered,
a gesture made,
and that aimless
gravel road would not have beckoned
a young girl drawing closed
like a hibiscus
with the chill of night.
laura k. kerr, phd
Scholar, writer, gardener, birder, yogi
Student of art, poetry, and sustainable living
“So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world. And live your life.” — Mary Oliver, poet