I BOW TO IT ALL
I keep telling strangers that
to be in the presence of those
with whom you can both share
pain and just celebrate waking
is the answer to loneliness.
Such friendship makes the sharing
of pizza in a noisy pub and the
standing in silence as the old oak
creeks all that one could ask for.
In truth, this process of being
worn to only what is raw
and essential never ends.
It’s as if a great bird lives inside
the stone of our days and since
no sculptor can free it, it has to
wait for the elements to wear us
down until it’s free to fly.
Where would we be in this “process of being worn to only what is raw and essential” without our friends? Carol and Jane have been friends since they were 12 years old, and since we were in NYC celebrating their 60th birthdays, that is 48 years! Carol and I have been friends for 38 years, so added together that is a whopping 86 years of friendship, and that doesn’t include the years of my friendship with Jane. It is through friendships like these that we get a glimpse of who we really are, and over time, what isn’t essential wears away until we are free to fly.
These photos were pilfered from an email Carol sent me the other day, which was serendipitous because this poem was sitting in draft form on my dashboard waiting for completion. Thanks Carol.