What is this strange process that happens, that which comes alive to save us from a crippling grief or loss? Is it God? Is it how we were created to cope, heal, and be able to face another day?
We must have something inside of us — all of us — which enables us to survive having lost one-half of our beloved team; a soulmate — that in this loving relationship we became a better person; the person we always knew lived within us and which we still can celebrate.
I am swept away, puzzled, as I ride this primal, healing wave and swim into it...
this morning
while i made griddle
cakes
listening to seattle’s
jazz24
i began to dance
smooth and slow
and yes
you joined me
unable to materialize
incarnate yourself
still
you flowed
around
touched me
just like always
we danced
our shared
special language
nice
sweet
comforting
remember when
that summer’s day
so long ago
when we after work?
danced on state street
unabashed
a balmy duo
when
after a
deep slow dip
you slid out of my
arms and we
tumbled to the street
laughing
uncaring
passers by
glanced and wondered
who were these two
zany gadflies
so enjoying one another?
surely not our police
chief
and that lady cop
from the capitol?
we didn’t care
anymore
than we did now
dancing together in
our
kitchen
among the sweet smell of
griddle
cakes.
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