Crashing into the Moment
July 1, 2021 by Rosemerry
for Marne
And though we have not spoken
in over thirty years, today I invite
the memory of my friend to walk
with me in the garden.
That girl would laugh
to learn I’ve become a woman
who weeds, who waters, who grows.
We were uncultivated together,
unrooted, unmanicured,
and blossoming anyway,
windblown and wandering and wild.
I bring that sweet madness now
into the tidy rows and marvel
at how things change.
For a moment, I am running with her
over a hill and spinning
and crashing and laughing.
For a moment, I am again that girl
who is more dream than flesh,
more wish than should, more
me than I ever could be.
How beautiful the song of that memory,
how it rhymes even now with whatever
is green in me.
Even now, I am running,
spinning, crashing, though anyone looking
at the garden might think
I am peacefully deadheading flowers,
talking to the spinach,
painstakingly pulling the weeds.
NANMYKEL.COM 
It’s easy to imagine you playing in a green garden. You would just fit in with the flowers.
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Aw, shucks!…
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Nan, this is truly lovely and heartfelt. We are all that inner child, aren’t we? Have a great 4th. Keith
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Thanks–you too–and Keith, you are apple!
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