Laura told me this morning
“the snow-geese are coming.”
You see, that’s what I mean
about this; we know these things
about each other. Our stories
of lost mothers, dogs, passions for
fabrics, birds, children –
grief and reverie
and on and on.
This –
the stuff of lasting,
deepening friendship –
accelerated, because here,
we cut to the chase;
we lament, muse, reveal.
Hearts uncloaked,
land on the page,
call to each other heart,
a beckoning to the circle itself.
This is the voice
of camaraderie and connection.
This is beyond
the gift of being moved.
This is necessary.
This is what leads me to this city
each week. Just this.
