year of records:
the heat, the cold, the drought,
the fires …
and in those small hours
the patience within me
—A Hundred Gourds, 2:2, March 2013
Suddenly our summer has arrived, as usual a few weeks ahead of schedule. Until recently, we've had record-cool spring temps here, which I've really enjoyed. Most of the various records from 2011, however, I hope never to experience again.
Note: I posted this today (Monday) before the monster tornado hit Moore, Oklahoma, but I "post-dedicate" my poem to the many victims there. I'm almost an "Okie." My parents grew up in Oklahoma, and a number of my relatives still live there, particularly in the Oklahoma City area (including Moore and also Edmond, where other tornado damage occurred on Sunday). My relatives appear to be fine—but so many heartbreaking scenes.