A Gift

 

The middle of June, and I awake
to rain - gentle, persistent, enough
to soak the  ground and clear  the air.

 

Isn't this the best kind of surprise-
the thing you wanted but couldn't get
for yourself and didn't know
that you could have? Already
the frogs are singing and the grass
stretches its roots in rejoicing.

 

And here am I, with my damp hair
and empty hands, and nothing to say
but "Oh!" and "Thank you!"

 

Once again the world - my one
true love - has brought me flowers.

 

Lynn Ungar, 9 Jun 2023