At lunch, people talk about it
here and there
between the weather
and their tuna sandwiches.
Between all the other losses
never mentioned
over Caesar salad
or beef stroganoff
or on an elevator
too slow
for its own good.

Speeding down County Road 18,
pouring rain, I saw light
beyond the clouds.
I talked to your image
rising from the mist
as though you make it through,
finding the solid truth
of God and blue sky.

ANN IVERSON