Peter A. Weinberg – Poetry

She appears, disappears
   focuses, blurs
irrepressible, violent
   like a root shoves boulders it
   breaks through the crusty earth
   and lives

serenity—for billions and billions of years
peace—for billions of years to come
all those who crave oblivion
will get their wish

That marvelous day on the beach—remember?
   we took your kids and mine
I really loved you then and thought
   perhaps our fractured families
could come together and heal

Lashed on all sides
   a face that crumbles like a block of stone
This is a room you leave in sadness

But you didn’t want that
   our kids didn’t want it
that little glimpse of happiness was mine alone

-May 3, 2008-