Posted on March 4th, 2014
The street was white again,
all the bushes covered with heavy snow
and the trees glittering, encased with ice.
I lay in the dark, waiting for the night to end.
It seemed the longest night I had ever known,
longer than the night I was born.
I write about you all the time, I said aloud.
Every time I say “I,” it refers to you.
~from Visitors from Abroad by Louise Gluck,
Photo by Sandra Peterson Ramirez.