• snapshot

    by  • April 29, 2014 • poetry • 2 Comments

    I’ve been in the arena enough to know
    my lines. when it came my turn — our turn —
    we sang show a little faith there’s magic
    in the night — and then cheered as though
    we wrote the words or at least made them famous . . .

    two nights later I was cooking a birthday
    dinner while I watched eight or nine people
    spend the evening being friends
    serving stories to one another infused
    with laughter and what it means to be known . . .

    here’s one of me walking around town
    sunday afternoon through the middle of
    our earth day celebration, alongside of people
    determined to find ways to be together
    as though we were made for it . . .

    I can see my reflection in the window
    that looks over the backyard as I write
    now late into the night. the house is quiet.
    the pups have given up on my going to bed.
    I’ve given up on nothing . . .



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    2 Responses to snapshot

    1. M Covert Payton
      April 29, 2014 at 6:27 am

      & i’ve determined, at this point in time
      that it might just be *my* turn — my rhyme
      & reason might be difficult to discern,
      but when i turn & look
      into a similar windowed reflection,
      i think of you, Milton — we’re both awake
      at this late hour, & i take solace in
      knowing that a kindred spirit is out there.

      thanks, Milton — it means more than you know.

    2. April 29, 2014 at 12:34 pm

      Milton, you’ve captured so vividly my treasured times with my friends who have become my family. The power of togetherness and laughter. Thank you.

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