Today came two letters
The first of Life
the other of Death
dreams remembered about Buenos Aries' Tangos
partners who made me glide
reminded me.. not to forget..
Voices in us
Moments to drink
Working man dressed up
putting thoughts into the digital travel
wondering where its gone, where it goes
so many places I'll never see.
They both laid with this weeks mail
brought home, one of them wearing a scented perfume
just laying there till this next morning
waiting to be opened
Tea cups nearby
But as I reached for that flower the phone rang
and then some breakfast
a friend now sitting here in some despair
about losing his ground
his farm and it's ghosts merging into what seems a hole to deep
his families life's color
and what it means and what it has meant.
So we talk, Ask, discover truths in order to make a plan.
just about who we wish to be
A hour passes
My printer is out of ink..
forcing me to go out so I can make hard paper bring my words to life
The dishes done
The phone rings like it understands
echos searching for another's hand
My sister living her Island life
reminding me to forget her not
telling me of her children's roads
while expressing more of herself in terms of known eternities
I sip more tea but have a different hunger
'Stay in touch. I love you, call more often if you want''
shared family messages, and notice how we are coming back from being orphans
The sun is out
Snow last night after two days of spring, maybe three
The ice has gone off the drive
the lake is screaming about its next break up
Shoes on, sweater from the rack understands
paths we find
holding hands in this moving day to what it is, what it might be
I see the letters in the mail
but don't know about either