Come join me she said to purge and pray and take in the green waters!
Come meet the Alpha,
come join the fun!
I would but for the calling soil
that begs a garden to be formed,
the greening trees in want of witness,
and walls in need of color, windows awaiting clothes
And local ponds to be canoed—
what quiet wonders in between an oar’s dip,
what revelation from the first
morning cup of coffee to the next?
I can fast here and miss you—
or meet you in midnight dreams,
imagine your healing as my day progresses from smell of steaming iron
to evening birdsong bursting across wet grass While you steam, massage, meditate
I’ll grill vegetables in your honor,
wondering if you can feel my presence—
(distance being an illusion
and all molecules connected—)
I’ll recognize yours
and tip my glass to good health