The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for December
another fifty passes
and dorothy wonders at me
about the
silences
between the lines
scattered lives
distant friends
but life’s connections
act
at a distance
through the years
forty at a time, or
fifty, or ten
[we used to think a lot
about today, yesterday, or so
it
seems]
and now space curves
and curls around another
segmented
measured
moment and we are
again at least
as close
as we ever were
and that’s
enough
more real
(and certain)ly than time
For Mike and Maggie and John and Sally and Dorothy and all the others