30 Poems in 30 Days: Fundraiser for the Ithaca Sanctuary Alliance

  WHEN TIME                        Susan Weitz When time turns to ocean,  cold and grey, magnificent, when it rolls over our beings, inhales our brittle and particulate selves,  may there be a Master of Tides   to absolve us. Here are my bits of bread, too many to count-- repentance  for every moment I failed to love,  for every miracle I neglected to exalt,  for every atom of creation I didn’t    recognize,     embrace,      welcome and be welcomed by,   infinite    and familial. Artist’s Statement            ROB SCOT   I’m an artist In my own way Perhaps a photographer Maybe a poet.   I’m not here To sell you anything Or make it into print. I’m here now.   That’s what I want Most in this life, Which goes by too fast. To be here now ...