Companions

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.

Farewells

Praying and hoping for new growth after the clearing away.

Today I am noting

Farewells

All the things I must clear away

To make space

For new things to appear.

I clip back the clematis

For new vines to grow.

That’s an easy one:

I know what it will look like

When it comes full flower,

Full purple flower.

It’s the farewells,

The not knowing what

If anything,

Will appear in their place.

It’s the possibility of ground

Laid fallow

For a season

When I do not have so many seasons

Left

When fallow

Might be all there is.