The cold and the year have worn us down.
In the pale sun let us gather our tired bones together.
Let us forget the ones who loved us,
and then did not, and said so.
Let us forget about those who left us
behind the velvet ropes and brass stanchions.
Let us not think of the unfaithful ones,
preoccupied with appearances and branding.
Those who smile when they're angry,
where did they take you?
The sun eases down behind Sugar Loaf,
setting now each day another click to the north.
It is good to know the earth a little,
to be part of the clear air,
to know birds by their silhouettes
and flight lines against the slate sky.
Let us forget with generosity
those who disappoint us,
even those who wish us ill.
What justifies not being?
What is better than watching the sun set
behind the five ridges in blue haze,
earthbound, touching the earth
with our beings, welcoming more?
—Merging the moment with Neruda's Sonata with Some Pine Trees
