7/30

South to kayak barrier islands between states, to pait,

Walk the flats, swim,acept this pleasant periphery and

Clam for dinner.

7/28

Wandering these towns and shores, finding, painting

Places with this friend, being in this area that feels closer to

Familiar than not,

Wondering, is it possible, feasible to consider, that

A place like these, that have been sweet to my eyes,

Could be home.

7/25

With a friend and her sister, wander this city we both knew,

The streets, the places, passed where once we walked,

I see anew.

Without you is bittersweet this day, I walked noting

familiar and differences, remembering past days, wondering

What is next.

7/24

To visit as a tourist, a guest, where I grew up,

To sit and listen to beautiful music in a Newport cottage

With a friend.

Once we roamed Vienna hearing the lovely music,

Not so much near home. With company this

Was so good.

Was good to be with this friend.

Who has always opened her home to us,

Now to me.

7/23

I am, of course, capable of flying on my own.

Of course I am. But can't help missing you

Aren't next to me.

7/20

Robert Frost said: Home is the place where,

When you have to go there, they have to

Take you in.

Once I did have a place where home was easy to be.

Now I do know it is gone and I hate what might be left is:

They have to.

This the hardest lesson to learn, that they may have to.

Family is not mine, as I have not much beyond what is buried.

Alone is hard.

7/17

Into the height of summer madness, go painting

The teeming boardwalk. Brightness on my brush as others

Enjoy the moment.

What a good weekend spent among the throngs

of summer, painting, seeing, hearing fun, seeing the joy

It gives others.

How sweet to spend time painting what I want and

Have others smile yes to the beauty they happily see

Through my eyes.

7/15

Little can I do but pray that your sister

Identifies less with her mother, with you

And chooses well.

For I do know you did not give up life,

For you were full forward until

that last moment

7/13

A year and seven months out, severed and at sea

Totally adrift, yet wondering what it might look like,

That opposite shore.

For it does come down to, what hounds my thoughts, sleep,

Drains my dreams: if I had been a better wife would you

Still be here.

7/12

Miss doesn't hit the mark. Crave comes closer, as

I do yearn, crave, entreat, beseech, implore; just simply

Pine for you.

7/11

Hubris, I'll own it, smug once in the glory of you and me,

The complete twain, a perfect couplet, needing never fear, now?

Going so alone.

7/4

A morning spent moving through these spaces

Once occupied by two lives, now held alone, I

Go meet friends.

7/3

Good friends have kept me going,

Their time and patience as I figure out

Just being me.

7/2

Hot days, these, as a friend and I set up to paint

Along the barrier islands, these skies, marshes, ponies,

waters and memories.

7/1

The closest ever I felt to god

was riding next to my Dear on good horses

Beneath beautiful skies.