In first round of Poetry, Tea, & Literature he recites Thomas Hardy. Next he reads Jane Kenyon. Things could be otherwise. Most likely will be. For all of us. His eyes ask if I know this.
"Falsehood has an infinity of combinations, but truth has only one mode of being."We live until we die -- that's what he says. Maybe, who knows, something else?
(- Jean Jacques Rousseau)
We have to finish a word to let the next word come. We have to stop talking to let the sound of what we say sink in, the sound of who we are find silence.
Saying goodbye after poetry.
He knows he won't be back.
His eyes fill.
He knows far away.