Filed under letters we never wrote – vol. 1

dear john,

in one hundred years you may find
this letter unfurling in the hands of your grandchildren
will it be better than before
or will sharp pain
still unlock the crimson trail
revealing some truth along the way

these tiny hands grasping at history
the sound of paper tearing
bringing glee across their faces
eyebrows gathered
working to puzzle through
something as troubling
as experience

how far will we have come
to where resolution prompts
a mutual respect

& the spark was lit
ignite
rivet your focus
where the sleight of hand
informs you

(if you practice enough)
one day you may have enough
to pass on to your offspring

again the kettle boils
calling names

what tune does it whistle these days?

looking forward to hearing the melody

love always,

sam

After all this

It started innocently enough
Those fingers entwined in my pant leg
(tugging fervently for attention)
Wide eyes and machine gun mouth
Rattling off question after question
Keen on getting to the point
Of why we should ban bedtime

You remember now how best to hide

Behind the closet door for just a moment of silence

Spyglass neighbors

Having not left home since mid March
I feel it wise to inform you
Of how limited the value
Of work
And what that means to be ‘essential’

I can tell you living adrift
Of all the paradigm shifts
Wouldn’t leave much room
With all that mulling about

Painted walls absent-minded
Given fresh coats
& shown the door

Open invitation

balancing the books

Summer is here (ish)
The official hello not for another month
Given how drafty it’s been
We’re long overdue for a spot of tea

(Or whatever makes your heart sing)

While I look over this paperwork
Wedging spectacles over bridge

Letters and numbers
All hieroglyphics & coded
For archival purposes
Leading into focus
For the long haul