Ripples and Arrows
Two years ago almost to the day
I was sitting in this same chair and, ironically,
wearing this same sweatshirt
when the message came.
While not a direct impact, still,
the sting and the weight are similar.
Someone I know
someone close
is starting the journey.
From my chair I look out the window to a very
familiar scene distorted by
dust and
memory and
something I can’t quite explain.
The children are playing outside.
The office phones ring, voices murmur.
The world continues to spin even though right now it feels incredibly still.
Helpless yet hopeful I send a quiet prayer for
strength and comfort.
It’s what I remember doing.
It’s all I can do right now.
Nashville or Bust 