6/30

Spent the day moving through soft, bright air, doing chores.

Now is the slip time beyond our time, and I find just how much

I move alone.

And move ever aware of that time saved only in memory.

I lean into it, knowing alone without you is my now. It is

A faded version.

6/29

Tonight at 11:09, I sat by the barn with the dogs and watched

A rocket launch, the southern horizon glowed large, spitting out

The biggest firefly.

Bright, bright as it climbed the dark sky, bending westward,

A first stage lost in a shower of sparks, the rumble finally grumbling

In my ears.

Going from light yellow to goldy, a stage drops in a smoky plume.

At 11:13 it blinked away, leaving only the curling question mark haze.

You would've loved it.

6/28

Today I did speak long with a friend who knows for herself

What this time has been. Out of limbo, she spoke knowing well

This sorrowful mire.

Her voice softly echoing my own fears and doubts about all.

And however fine we look, capable and doing, we are now always

Only half here.

6/25

A sweet morning spent with a young man and his family.

He has taken the time to stay in touch, remembering all you

Were to him.

6/21

Returned to that beach house for a few days of painting,

playing, enjoying the sun. The go-go's come romp and run,

Love the surf.

6/17

The best part of this trip was not the painting

But the traveling, the seeing a place again,

Being among friends.

6/12

Spent an evening walking the ocean beach and remembered

How great it is to live by the sea. Up early, will sleep this night

In the mountains.

6/11

Five days of painting and company, home in time to mow,

To spend a day with our good dogs and repack for

The next trip.

6/5

Last year like flotsam, I was cast upon the shores of Wade's point,

finding goodly comfort of friends, and do again, even if more a refugee

than an escapee.