Homage to a Friend

I believe in continuity of life. That this world of flesh and blood is but a small part of who we are.  The greater part is a piece, or child if you will, of the universe.  At 4:15 a.m. a year ago today, fire took most of what I owned, but they were just things.  

More importantly, it took  a friend - that  sweet friend named Mark Roberts. I can intellectualize that we'll meet again, but I truly miss him in the here and now.  The picture from his memorial service graces my home office vision board. For a while our once daily conversations will be one-sided.

Homage to a friend.
miles and miles i’ve
come
some walked
many run
alone and not too
and with you i’d walked
but just a few
but there was something
familiar in the pace
my mind recalls that
gentle face
somewhere, somewhen
my friend
we’d walked in step
before
and somewhere, somewhen
we’ll fall in step again
and share a few
miles more

Roses,  Memory of Mark
The Smoke Detector Woke me...
Blue Skies and the Kindness of Strangers

A Sad Anniversary Looms

dawn – and seems
the sun will never rise
always a beginning
no end in sight
always perhaps
what if
never for sure
i’ve the key
to all the beginnings
but where are all
those happy endings
too bad i wasn’t
given a script
what to do and
how to do it
what to say and
who to say it to
it’s all improvisation
and i have to muddle
through
make do
for me
for you

Today is Yesterday's Tomorrow

count the moments

til tomorrow

it will be here soon enough

count the days until

next summer

it will come in its own time

none the sooner

for your worry

if only i could

have back again

all the yesterdays spent

wishing for tomorrow

would i spend them

anymore wisely

recall the past

yes

call it back

no

change it

never

who am i

what i was
i am not
now
i know not
why or when or
how