By Peter Cashorali
The change whose start no one observed Continues. Just above the roofs What was sky becomes dark water. Trees convert to flame and throw Their orange light up at the waves. Now the earth rolls out from under And takes its new place overhead, Soaked black with authority That will not entertain appeals. Everything depends on it. Come, it’s time to hold our hands Out to how it’s going to be And accept with gratitude The beggar’s share that’s spared for us.
Peter Cashorali is a psychotherapist, previously working in community mental health and HIV/AIDS, now in private practice in Portland and Los Angeles. He is the author of two books, Gay Fairy Tales (HarperSanFranciso 1995) and Gay Folk and Fairy Tales (Faber and Faber, 1997). He has lived through addiction, multiple bereavements and the transitions from youth to midlife and midlife to old age and believes you can too.
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