At my sister’s house,
Weeding her garden in bright
Fragrant summer heat.
The jet rises up,
Takes me to the distant shore
Where summer is cool.
At our house, gray fog
Drifts in from the cold ocean,
And is gone by noon.
Yet Another Unitarian Universalist
A postmodern heretic's journey through ecological spirituality
At my sister’s house,
Weeding her garden in bright
Fragrant summer heat.
The jet rises up,
Takes me to the distant shore
Where summer is cool.
At our house, gray fog
Drifts in from the cold ocean,
And is gone by noon.