Five Minutes of Fresh Air For Sibdela Zimic, 1986-1995 Just because the moon has forgotten the river is no reason for tears. Rather -- as the hills grow green, go count the lengthening of the days. Remember: It is good to laugh, and somewhere moon and river may embrace again, and we will set aside the sadness of streets abandoned to the rain. Just because one eye sees an open sky while another sees only fences, and just because the river has forgotten the sea, does not mean we cannot sing. Still, it must be said, the children grow weary of days without light, of sealed rooms without a promise of summer. Listen -- the children are aging too quickly beneath this amnesiac moon. Let them go out into the park, the hills. Just because we have wept too long beside this river, do not forget the way light bends beside the summer shore. Just because someone, somewhere, whose children are not kept hidden in basement gloom, whose children are not in line of fire, cannot decide how to end this, cannot recall the day, should we forget to live? W. Luther Jett |