Poetry in Red

People have been sending me their experience on Red Tuesday last week (Z's last chemo treatment). I've been collecting my thoughts about just what sort of magic is contained in a collective intention that is rooted in individual love and expression... I want to write about that - soon! In the meantime, here is a poem from a wonderful poet friend, Sherry Olson. Enjoy

Red

Zpora, red
was in my thoughts
all day Tuesday,
your last day of treatment
at the hospital,

and now, the day after,
red is the strawberries
my friend Carol and I pick
at the Plainfield
pick-your-own. Our talk

connects like dot to dot
over the rows,
here in the sun,
the berries and the talk
glistening, spangling

like the door she tells me
she painted red for you.
We are all so glad,
Zpora. Red is the healthy
blood coursing

through your body,
the rich lights in your hair,
and the color of your lips,
glowing, the wide open
joy of your smile.