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I would follow you if I could, g-d willing, or not.
I would follow you as ever I have, but would, are you
Near, or not.
It is true, I have run through the days, nights trying to understand.
And I do not; reamed as I have been by loss, emptied
Adrift, yet coping.
Coping with all you left me, the good and the not.
Today mowing, all that mowing, it hit: the best always will
Be knowing you.
Yet also the flip: the worst in my life is because I knew you,
Knew and now here alone, I seek a new equilibrium to just
Remember the best.
An interlude here spanning what was into what is:
Good friends are here again and have their new silver home
Parked in the drive.
Interlude, the good times we four spent together.
Interlude, the alone time I know well, so appreciate
Interlude, time shared.
Staying here, staying here, I am doing it these days, staying here.
Maybe the longest time since....and being here, it is clear
I am alone.
Alone because I am too tired to get up and go as I have been doing.
Tired, so glad not to be driving, driving, tired but not able to do
Much around here.
Yet? Around here? Alone taked more time, efort and energy
While only giving back so much. For now, am too tired to
Change the equation.
So good this evening to see my drawings hanging in good company
In a good space. To do a demo, appreciated, to draw a good face.
Enjoy good hours.
With two friends drive north to Burlington where another
Friend plays flute. Beautiful sound, after long hours, miles, shared
Moments of friendship.
A friend's brother marries this day, only legal now,
Even after thirty years of being together, today
Again love lasts.