Inter-linkage

We arrived in Boston yesterday to look at colleges.  We are staying in a hotel in Cambridge.  Our room is on the 16th floor.  It overlooks the Charles River.  The rowers practice on the river.  All night I dreamed of churches.  Yesterday Jane Greenspan died in Cape Cod.  She was a pillar of St. Luke's and St. Margaret's (SLAM) before she died.  I dreamed all night of people coming and going.  I forgot this place feels like home.

Cambridge feels like home.

The rowers are rowing

On the Charles.

I remember I learned to kayak

Here.

News of people

I have not seen in years

Reminds me

Of our inter-linkage,

Our inter-lockage.

I dreamed a dream last night

Of the church I left,

Now closed.

It was filled with people

From other churches

I have served,

All in the process of leaving

And arriving.

They spoke about

Their travels,

Rowed up and down the Charles River

In teams.

They kayaked

Singly.

I awoke this morning

Found out one left us

Yesterday

From Cape Cod.

This place feels like home

Inter-locked

Inter-woven

Even the kayakers

Take their part

In the whole.