Sometimes it's not enough to ruminate alone.
Sometimes it's not enough to e-mail and tweet and blog and call and text.
It's good sitting weather outside tonight.
A porch would be called for.
A porch and two rocking chairs and creak-able boards.
And chuck-will's-widows in the distance.
Two friends sitting in the dark, sipping and sighing.
And here is a response to this post from my far away friend, Lea, who totally got it:
"If I had a mind to
I think Id like to shuffle on down where
I hear they do hear
Chuck Will's Widow in the air
tinkling icecubes in empty glasses
like soft spoken persuasions of longing
no expectations of flutterings
only constant calling
finally soothing, quieting
knowing the song will always be
for those who need to hear
there, diligent on duty"