Monday, March 28, 2016

distance seeing

naomi and i spotted them from a distance
but they seemed familiar
something like adventure based counseling
or new games
perhaps,
or...
they were playing soccer
sort of
after listening to the intricacies of football, footie, baseball, rugby, soccer (shudder)
netball...
my mind just couldn't grasp it all.
the park was generous and lovely, game fields galore,
when these guys appeared on the horizon,
then up close.
they were an odd metaphor for me:
how this trip has been,
supported by hope and kindnesses
and buffeted by crowds and crazy weather
and unexpected caring.
hugs and closeness and good conversations.
i kept my eyes open, mostly
and was happily surprised time and time again.
sometimes you have to be 
deep in 
before you see
that it's going to be all right.
worth it.
even better, making
and keeping 
friends.
celebrating them.
(thinking particularly of two: frankie and will)
coming home late 
after too many hours pining away on an airplane
or running like mad in airports
(mostly the dread LAX)
i am home, rested some
and ready to go back to work
for the final weeks... months of teaching.
may a soft bubble be there for you when you need it.
 adventures are wonderful
cominghome is, too.
weather report: 
last night at the place i call home
i heard a half dozen woodcock
robins 
peepers
singing down the night.
with great good cheer.
welcome home.

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