Thursday, March 26, 2020

Remember That Time When

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,


©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020


  1. Thanks for this Mary Lee. I needed it today.

  2. Thank you. This is such a reminder to connect, but also to slow-down, to wait for the next play.

    I'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.