“The presence of your absence bothers me,” begins an old Pierce Pettis song. I’ve sung the lyric both out loud and in my head for several days now as I go deeper into Ginger’s two week pilgrimage to Israel and Palestine that left me here to tend to Schnauzers and in-laws in Durham. The quotidian grace and hope I draw from waking up beside her along with the many ways she permeates my day make this a rather blessed kind of misery, even if it sounds corny. The good news for me is she comes home on Wednesday. I’m ready.
recreation
whether the rib came
from adam or eve
is of no real consequencethe story is not about
primacy or power
when you get downto the bone – but
connectedness and
something missingfrom one without
the other, I know
my joints achewith your absence
I am missing marrow
and ready for reuniona walk in the garden
and the way we fit
together side by side
Peace,
Milton
Like this, Milton.
w.o.w.
25 years of marriage in september – this sums it up nicely – thank you!