A precious gift

Driving on Route 20 from East to West
mountain views in my sight.
Mountains tall and rugged,
so different from our Tuscan-like beauty.

Then the mountains were gone.
It was during the night,
in my dreams,
when they reappeared.

This time I was driving South to North.
And this time the mountains remained
until I discovered, as I had known before,
that they were clouds, beautiful clouds.

What precious gift to be given,
day and night,
to calm my tense thoughts and dreams
about the current political landscape.

Elisabeth Hurley
October 23, 2008