November 2021
Author's Note: If you aren't paying attention, the gradual erosion of a sense of distance and differences can pleasantly surprise you.
when suddenly
when suddenly your name, so foreign at first flows naturally off my tongue, glides easily into an email, pulls a smile from my frown when suddenly your photograph so color-splashed it startled now comforts and delights feels familiar and warm when suddenly the distance of continent and ocean becomes a tesseract when suddenly we are no more strangers when suddenly
sonnet of thanksgiving
In giving thanks, I fear I may forget
to name some helping hand that met my want
then slipped away, escaping memory's net.
I try to bring them back, but find I can't.
And so I add into a silent prayer,
petitions for those selfless, loving folk
who without asking, when a need was there,
provided without measure. When I walk
my daily course, I feel them always near,
unseen, names lost to recollection's pull,
but never failing in their steady care
for one who often seems a simple fool.
To them I offer heartfelt gratitude.
I'd thank them each in person, if I could.
©2021 j.lewis
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