Riehlife Poem of the Day:Tess Gallagher’s “Yes”
by Tess Gallagher
from Moon Crossing River
Now we are like that flat cone of sand
in the garden of the Silver Pavilion in Kyoto
designed to appear only in moonlight.
Do you want me to mourn?
Do you want me to wear black?
Or like moonlight on whitest sand
to use your dark, to gleam, to shimmer?
I gleam. I mourn.