Usually news, not just an epiphany,
perhaps a tragedy, friend nearby, makes us want to
have a long cry
when we, well
similar sounding sigh,
we, well, I cannot really describe the loss of
while chaos rears its impulsivity upon the
normalcy of our lives.
Last night a dear friend told me news
her friend, one of a lovely circle
of women I have had the privilege of stories,
an endearment of souls traveling the years,
and they will band together,
they will search and plead and pray
for some new authenticity,
allows all of them to feel
She is a very kind soul this dear friend of mine,
I can feel her ache,
she has memory of the sort
we all carry around with us to different degrees
of understanding loss and pain and confusion.
So let the world remind us all
when in the quiet silence of a sunlit morning,
we can stand still,
feel the permanence of our frame of mind,
when life seems so apparent
its penchant for reminding us all,
standing alone is no place to know,
only a landing upon where we sometimes fall.
Perhaps there is a gesture we only know so well,
a moment of peace, of love, when then hearts do swell.
© Thom Amundsen 4/2021