After the Rain
you in we,
the me in us,
converge and gather
in our day's evening.
Passionate clouds roll in,
thundering through, devastating
conventions, lashing at the windows with a force
only time can muster. When the storm has passed,
we breathe. The pitiless world rushes in.
Rivulets of desire trickle away,
dissipate. What is left of you
in we, remaining of us,
Joan Saunders love of poetry began at a very early age, when she carried around Robert Lewis Stevenson's, A Child's Garden of Verses constantly and stood on the kitchen table, reciting the poems from memory. She began writing poetry herself 10 years ago and since then, it has become a passion. She has studied poetry with well-known poets – Marge Piercy, Billy Collins and a host of others and currently hosts a weekly poetry workshop in her home, with seven other poets.