Love is
a ferryman 
who helps 
you cross
from one 
shore to
another never 
meant to 
last longer 
than is
needed to 
get you 
to the 
next place 

Being grateful 
even for 
what isn’t 
is the
only pathway 
to being 
peaceful with 
what is 

A murder 
of crows
caw angry
about something 
daylight maybe 
their cackles
echoed by
people in
passing cars 

The empty calm
a blank paper 
of new day
paints and pen
at the ready 
waiting to sketch 
draw or write 
putting down and 
pushing back from 
just to listen 
to that lovely 
almost missed nothing 

Is it wrong 
of me to 
remember and long
of the melody 
that so after 
became our song 
was it right 
for you after 
all to fight 
with all of 
your bitter might 
to flee into 
the dark and 
cold November night