Saturday, November 21, 2015


She catches up with me
then catches me up

to the place where we
both want to be - recording (in our imaginations)

our favorite lyrics, thoughts,
and good reads (for posterity.)

Her brain is nimble -
her linguistic skills sharp.

She waits and listens -
holding space for sacred

breaths to open our morning
diaphragms. I have a soul

friend to walk along side
me on this perilous journey.

I imagine us reading Anam Cara
in Donegal as the sun rises and sets

on the water while John
O'Donohue's golden

light accompanies us.

For Laura