Today I could have put the moon in my pocket. It was that close. I drove up a hill toward it and suddenly I knew I just couldn't be alone with this amazing white glowing orb almost touching down right in front of me. So I called my friend and told her to look at it. She was as excited as I, even though her view was obscured and she'd have to first go for a drive in order to encounter the white wonder yonder. That's a friend. Excited with me even though she can't see what I'm talking about. Willing to do something about it because she believes me. Friends. I am so rich. When you have friends, what do you need? I am not sure about many things. Many many things. But when it comes to friends, I am sure that I do not deserve, did not earn, and could not have arranged for the people in my life who have made a decision to love me more than just when they feel like it. I don't understand it, and I try not to become annoying by talking about it too much, but I am fat in friendship.


It's like
a look
of recognition
some
analogous
cognition
conveyed
some
unbroken
unspoken
correspondence we've made
without having to
necessarily repeat
those things that most times seem necessary
sometimes
I wish I could
take my heart out
and let it pump
openly
unashamedly
publicly
of course metaphorically
but let it speak for me
let it bleed happy
beat thankful
pump i love you
in ways
I can't say
but want to

but maybe
just maybe
my eye
makes the same
face
back
and we both know
because we two
participated in the same
just opposite ways
innately
carrying on conversation
could seem redundant
and yet
we all need that
overabundance
that assures of
of being
not alone
on a planet
full
of us.

Comments

Jamie Cooke said…
gee, I sure wish that we could see you my friend at dinner club...it's too bad you haven't come for awhile...
1:06 AM
Janice said…
Beautiful thoughts. missed you. your in Ottawa? What have you been doing for the last 2 years? It was funny and random. I was working on the net and one of my searches came back with a blog and I read the word blog and thougth I wonder if Heidi still has her blog. So I searched you and there you were. Good to see you. Love and thoughts Janice Paxton
10:57 AM
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