our family, of sorts

 

the vineyard was perfect,

i didn't quite realize.

 

colin worked,

and worked and worked,

 

then joined us

for sunsets on the patio.

 

colin's grandfather and yenny

quietly lived their lives,

 

and we, marketa and i, 

hardly made a ripple.

 

here, in santa fe, we find ourselves,

even in lockdown,

 

begging off the slightest

of social events.

 

~

 

we have our work, and afterward

we want our time to ourselves,

 

marketa to read or practice,

i, to draw or walk,

 

or, better, sit outside, face to the sun

to read or daydream.

 

colin's world, i miss that terribly.

i miss him terribly.

 

i miss colin's grandfather terribly,

and though sunsets

 

will go on and on and on,

and though it states the obvious,

 

he will not. we will not.

i see a u-haul, and a road trip, in our future. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2021-01-23 at 20:01

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Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done Jim, such a lovely poem
2021-01-27



I admire the sinewy spareness of the poem, from which the reader feels that nothing is wanting and in which there is nothing excessive.
2021-01-24


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Monasticism is truly a challenge. You’ve described it well. We all miss the fabric of our lives; our friends. Zoom and Skype are poor two dimensional cutouts. The road trip will be therapeutic.
2021-01-23