How long has it been since last we spoke?
Decades, if memory does its work.
Then, you were a smaller thing
Than what you now appear to be.
Those agonies declared along the way
Burnished your edges, gave pause
To what you thought the world would bring.
Now, you question the ground you stand upon,
Hold at arm’s length dreams since soiled.
Children of men are all broken; the measure
Of living is taken by the effort to reclaim
What existed before the damage was done.
Think of what you are now. Reaching
For what comes next requires using what was
To drive the muscles, what is to drive the heart.
No nightfall spells an ending, no dawn
Demands renewal; only desire, and hard effort,
Bring balance to the day.
What once we both knew has changed,
What we each know separate from the other,
Leaves a deep canyon between our shores.
Bridges may be built, or ships cross slowly
Between rocky coastlines, a ferry to carry us
Closer to home, stories to fill these missing years
With something akin to forgiveness.
What made us both is different than what shaped
Who we’ve become. That is where our work lies;
That is the path we tread to arrive at a destination
We might call healing, or resolution of past agonies.
Or, we might simply, finally, call it family,
And go where that small ship
Carries us next.