drive out of the driveway.
It is Wednesday.
She has been here since Monday, walking, reading,
eating, laughing, crying with me, we were together
when her uncle's broken back, hospital admission,
brought me unexpectedly
to her town, to a bed in her house.
the death toll has risen
in Bagdad, in the Ukraine, in South Sudan in...
I have walked and talked. I have
swum in crystal clear waters, walked through marshlands, and forest.
I have listened to bagpipes, to drums while
watching swans on the water, and bicycles on trails.
I have talked on telephone, read email, and text, and
learned that the back brace will work,
that my father will be able to walk.
I have looked
forward to my trip to Newfoundland,
shared stories, and hopes, and dreams.
I have discussed, and debated,
internally and externally activisms best actions.
I have mediated, waliked labyrinths for peace,
for change, for love, for compassion.
I have picked currants, baked scones,
drank tea. Water has washed over my bodysoul,
gkn July 6, 2016