Intruders at the Laptop

[jeannineatkins]

A writer friend invited me to meet her this morning at a café, where we talk as a little girl and her dad at the next table sing “Itsy-Bitsy-Spider,” running their fingers up each other’s arms. Spring-starved people drink coffee at picnic tables, pointing at small green shoots. I’m glad to be warm inside, opening my laptop and hearing the tap-tap

Comments

[ext_858379]

Dear Jeannine, I am so sorry for your loss. And yes how true that grief sets its own schedule and the wandering mind is a fertile one. We are so often in a rush to get back to normal when it's the abnormal that offers us opportunities for growth. Do you know Jane Hirshfield's White Bull poem??

[jeannineatkins]

Thanks, Irene, and for mentioning Jane Hirshfield's poem, which I will look for. I like her work, and this is a good time for poetry.