a valley that was once a sea

Winter 

A full moon hidden by heavy clouds 

A cold rain begins slowly 

And goes steady through the night 

I trust the weather 

It will always be whatever it is 

Nothing more 

But nothing less 

Rain for example 

It’s there or it isn’t 

No half measures or ridiculous promises 

Dry isn’t wet 

And wet isn’t dry 

There 

I’m glad we had this talk. 

***

The washing machine and dryer were both very old

Maybe 20 years or so

The washer has been repaired several times 

And the door on the dryer was on one hinge

Out with the old 

In with the new 

That’s way of things 

Behind the old dryer were several solo socks 

Socks with no mates 

When one was lost the mate was tossed out

Why keep a solo sock 

New socks have been bought since then 

Out with the old 

In with the new 

But now I’m getting old too

Man 

***

Wind across flat land 

The Sacramento Valley has been my friend 

For many years 

Long ago this valley and the San Joaquin Valley 

Were a big sea 

Farmland now 

Dotted with towns and cities 

Cycles of time and the earth 

Nothing stays the same forever 

James Lee Jobe 

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