You, far away,
have uncurled your fist for the gentle one
who travels so far,
day after day,
to climb into your palm.
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You, far away,
have uncurled your fist for the gentle one
who travels so far,
day after day,
to climb into your palm.
A brother sets out
Chasing a runaway heart
Blazing through the night sky
A sister remains
Making a wish back home
On a shooting star
December 19 – 20, 2005
I’ll sit at the table.
I’ll eat the dinner, I’ll listen to the conversation.
I’ll unwrap gifts along with the others.
I’ll be there, but there’ll be moments where I’ll realize it will be a tiny bit different this time around.
…
Green with golden touch:
a jewel’s care teaches still
of love’s endless reach
(December 12 ’25 outing with a wonderful friend.)
You feel to me like one who would not forget
Not forget me, not forget the little store up north
Not forget what I sent you
I forgot that for years
…
Such joy to see you returning so healthy and happy! With a spring in your step, no less, and a sparkle in your eye, holding care and forgiveness in the firm grasp of your hugs.
Granting acceptance with your presence, you return the missing to the damaged.
Everyone you touch finds themselves at least a little more whole for it.
Faraway moon shines
across so many borders
on your eyes and mine
I know you’ll find your way.
Wheels begin to turn
Need takes flight
…
We walk together
I’m squinting under the high afternoon sun
While you’re shielded by the brim of your hat
I’m not saying much but
I’m hanging on your every word
…