Sometimes I Cry when Blue Sky Rains
Robert G. Williscroft
The poems in this volume span over fifty years of my life. Many were written while I chased the elusive mistress on submarine patrol duty, and others in my expanding search from the Tropical Pacific to deep in the Arctic Ice Pack. The interludes are there, of course; and my former wife and son would tell you they weren’t enough.
Even now, as I watch the sun setting behind St. Augustine Volcano in Alaska’s Cook Inlet, the melancholy music is as real as it was when I wrote that poem as a young man in 1960.
Join me then. Share with me my loves, dreams, search, pain and – yes – my resignation. Not from life, but rather to the inevitable process of life that ultimately forces each one of us to reevaluate, to look again.