Memories Of Ouray

March 1, 2021

Nothing about life is impossible,

viewed while looking up

Nothing about death is reversible,

viewed while looking down

All in between is contestable,

winds blow North and South

Nothing promised, nothing cursed

—the choice to laugh or frown

(Ouray Colorado: October, 1995)

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.