I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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19 June 2017

Visiting Letitia

I have left behind 
a head-shaped dent in the pillow,
a tub of cashews on the table,
a loaf of dark rye in the fridge,
a pair of long dark boots 
that fitted you better than me,
and some reassurances.

I have taken away
some deeper certainties,
my chakras re-aligned,
a magic square of cloth
to tuck under my mattress
for comfortable sleep,
and your wise face in my mind.

All that good talking stays –
a form of nurture. 
So much better than messages, 
emails, or even phone:
a weekend sitting on a couch
opposite yours in your living-room,
going nowhere but going everywhere.

Happily at home in your home –
over the years the scene
of family Christmas feasts –
I feel myself unfurl and stretch
like a fern, expanding in light.
You see me and do not judge
though you surely discern.

Because you share with me
the steps and halts of your journey, 
I've watched with concern, 
fascination, and final delight –
falling easily into a role
I've trained for all my life:
sounding-board, reality-check.

Again we told each other
more and more parts of our stories.
We ate good food. We laughed.
Occasionally we noticed
tears in each other's eyes.
We offered and needed no comfort
but open seeing and spoken truth.

You didn't want me to leave.
I didn't want to go.
But Life is calling us onward
into the everyday non-ordinary.
Never fear! I shall return
again when the time is right.
I know the road.

Linking to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #367


  1. Thank you dearly. As you know,Arlene has gone on too. So your words touched me.

  2. This made me think of my sister. Really beautiful, Rosemary.

  3. What a nice visit! Thank you.

  4. Oh I have a soul sister I have such visits with (not nearly often enough). I loved this, Rosemary.

  5. Thank you for putting this into words! <3

  6. Oh yes, i knowthat kind of friendship....love the sharing, the laughter, the tears, "the open seeing and spoken truth". Wonderful!

  7. "All that good talking stays – / a form of nurture." Nothing can be more truer than this. Oh I soooo relate to this. Wonderful!

  8. Visits such as this are priceless treasures....memorable when they do...but rare! I like the ending - the knowing the road, the realization that you can (and will) return again.