Halfway around the world
and here in my heart, dear friend.
Writing brave, wise poems,
so vulnerable, so original,
inviting us into your life and home.
Early this morning, a flash of red
shone at the very top of our oldest pine
like some tropical bird, here by holy magic.
The tail, in fact, of one triumphant,
energetic little squirrel, bright sunlight
transforming that waving tail
into a banner of joy.
"Sally", I smiled. Somehow
it was you, sending me another delight
in this morning display.
Rosalia, a sweet garland of God's own goodness,
connecting us with grace and cheer,
all time zones made as one.
For my dear poet friend, Sally A. Bayan
©Elisa Maria Argiro
