Behind these words are fingers

attached to corporeal being

a universe away yet right beside you, breathing


We speak we exhibit we opine we wander

we meet here or elsewhere briefly

we develop rapport, or repelling


Virtual and physical crossover

barriers remain as barriers lift

sometimes trust sometimes commonality, caring


Exchanges effect changes

Revolutions Reverie Revelation.


Not a sound I heard for weeks now

but our project works like that, with gaps

either you withheld or I wasn’t listening


No matter I’ve never seen your face

I have seen you clearly, there on a hilltop, unveiled

your arrangement of words hope flowers in sunshine


I will miss your brilliant light and excellence

the gentle brutality of your wisdom, your truths

and your presence behind the words I read.
Goodnight, my virtual friend

Go lightly on your journey


Behind the Wire


I left a poem for you there

between boards and knotty wire

near where there used to hang some family’s door.

It’s a quiet place in winter

lots of rain at first spring

can’t recall now any words my hand implored.

But if you’re riding a¬†bicycle

or running through those hills


look for a worn grey shack no one calls home anymore.

The past waits in patience like

the brown mare waits for sole traveler cresting

before crossing the ancient stone bridge to the other side.

Words like photographs fade over time

—as all things of significance do

And our intentions do flutter

silent with the wind

still will our presence linger

through grace through seasons of sorrow.

O it’s alright

if neither ever makes it back

to roam the green hills

o’er the misty Gap of Dunloe.

We were there once

and long after we’ve gone others

follow and they will linger too

as they wander into

the mystery of tomorrow.