(POEM FOR BARBARA)
We have walked on different paths,
And laid claim to different priorities.
Still, lingering in some of the same
Spots along the path to see the views
We caught glimpse of similar lookouts.
Sometimes, I was there in winter, while
You visited the spot summer or fall.
The scent of betrayals of our bodies
And along the borderlands of time
From those whose life stretched
To the breaking point of truth
Sheds stories–some we live with
And some we learn from.
There is in all of this
An invisible flight of wings
Touching the sky circling
And flying down to earth
To home again where we meet
On two sides of a bridge–
One recognizing the other
Bridged by the invisible.
Happy Belated Birthday