Wednesday, December 8, 2021

A poem for Bern from 2008

                  Almost two hours

I didn't think of you for almost two hours tonight.

I watch House on TV,
Cleaned the kitchen,
Made chicken salad with pickles for my lunch tomorrow.

I listened to the Yankees game on radio
And watched it rain from the kitchen porch.

And in all that time,
Almost two hours,
I didn't think of you once.

But, I wouldn't be writing this if
After than time
I hadn't thought of you.
Lovingly.

Lovingly.

Come home soon....

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some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.