Monday, August 3, 2015


It didn't occur to me that this hinges on yesterday's reflection, until I got to the end. Where's the bread? What's a companion? Who will walk with us, and who will stand at the door and wave farewell?

And so
I find companions,
One at a time,
Those who see
What I am getting at,
Those who hope to see
What I am
Getting at,
Even those who ask me
So what?
When I threaten
To stay stuck.
Oh yes
And even those
Who wave farewell
As I walk out the door.

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