your letter

it was like the birth of a small sun, an explosion of quotable joy,
your envelope
but just as i prised up one corner and made
a little rip on the white
the clouds clouded over the sun
and i wondered if i should save this missive
for a brighter moment,
a less darkening day.
but i am greedy
greedy for any news of you and yours
so i tore
away
and opened up your letter.
(there were flowers upon it, and the scent of summer)
may Christ keep you as
as his own on these, the cloudy days.