Monday, May 11, 2009

Poem: After


After the suffering,
there is another time,
a time that decides our eternity,
where we decide
to continue our own pain,
or swing like a child in spring,
laughing in joy
at the beauty of a May afternoon.


The picture was taken of a yard down the road from me in West Pawlet, VT. You can click on it for a larger version.



Derrick said...

Hi Tom,

Always best to laugh and swing!

FireLight said...

Very rich. I like the sharp contrast of pain against the child who swings.....
I get a sense of Dickinson's..
"After great pain, a formal feeling comes-" as if we are bound to honor the suffering...However, your poem insists we have a indeed we do!