August 15

To you, Craggie, with love for your birthday.

I've begun this post many times, started and stepped back, words in what language to reach you? Each time I try for something bold to write, a thought reflecting loss and bravery, I see instead your evidence on the mossy tree spirit you tacked onto the sea grape trunk, among the sprigs and sway of green welcoming like the great aunts whose echoes you penned on a box after my sister died when the preponderant heavens opened, and you knew then, and before then, those awaiting skies, opening.


Hope with Carole