Sometimes Grace – a poem by Carolyn Martin

Sometimes Grace 

arrives like sun leaking 
through arrogant evening clouds 
or like a breeze rustling
full-bodied iris leaves 
or like embers whirling 
around a muttering fireplace
and sometimes 
it’s disguised as an angel 
sifting through the world 
finding truths veiled in rules 
craving revisions every day 
and sometimes 
it’s the latest god or whatever 
this abstraction’s called  
who loves ambiguity 
and turns regrets 
into disappointments 
into surprise
and sometimes 
it announces amiably
humans are human 
on both sides of a storm
where nothing is just itself 
nor has ever been

Carolyn Martin is a recovering work addict who’s adopted the Spanish proverb, “It is beautiful to do nothing and rest afterwards” as her daily mantra. She is blissfully retired––and resting––in Clackamas, Oregon where she delights in gardening, feral cats, and backyard birds. Her poems have appeared in more than 200 publications throughout the U.S., Europe, and Australia. For more: www.carolynmartinpoet.com.