A Long Time Ago Now
Some things are to be gotten through. Some absences come out the other side.
You’ve had your turn at suffering.
What is the name of the little yellow dune flower? I’ll be that for you.
And abiding love. Whatever Jesus said. Ok. Let’s do it.
Some wives never forgive their husbands anything. They take joy in that.
What husbands do I have no idea.
Every time I hear a siren, I think of how it must have been for my father.
Striken. Alone. That’s the key to every story.
When our longings coincide, we like it. And when they don’t?
Seems now my mother was always away.
I drive to the lake to see the sunset for myself, and for you.
Further redemption is nice, but not necessary.