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| photo via Geoffrey Franklin on Flickr |
Remember That Time When
Remember that time
when we played
long distance cribbage?
You, in California,
me, in Colorado.
We sent cards
back and forth
in the mail.
I can't recall
how to play,
not to mention
how or why
we chose this
absurdly random method
for staying connected.
Maybe that's it --
the big takeaway --
against all odds,
connect.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
Thanks for this Mary Lee. I needed it today.
ReplyDeleteThank you. This is such a reminder to connect, but also to slow-down, to wait for the next play.
ReplyDeleteI'm re-reading Austin Kleon's, KEEP GOING. This morning, in front of the woodstove I read this, which seems like what your poem also does:
Less despair; more repair.
There's a lot of repair-work to do these days. But, on the plus side, there are a lot of repairers, too.