I’ll meet you at the top of the mountain’s spine
you climb your side up, I’ll climb mine
and when it feels like the road is too long, take a breath
because until I see you, I give you each heart beat
each thought that flickers
each fearful quake
Is yours until I can see you to make it mine again.
So you stay the course and I will stay mine
we’ll meet at the top of this ridge in due time.
When you are drinking red wine out of a juice cup
and you are not a mom yet
when you write letters to the people you most care about
because they are out of contact.
These will be the nights that it will be most important to remember
that time is just a passing thing
even though life is short
even though it is even fleeting
you just sort of …
gotta get through it, ya know?
When I close my eyes, I see baili hi and we are climbing the mountain to the waterfall.
But we aren’t. We are in North Carolina
and you are going through hell.
I am not. Going through hell that is.
getting through it, ya know?
I have been believing in you since the last time we spoke.
For some people, that last time was years ago.
For others, it was moments ago.
None the less, if we had a conversation filled with any sort of substance, know
I am rooting for you.
I have believed in you.
I will believe in you again.
are simply human
exist for only a set amount of seconds
brief though they may be
and yet you move forward, eyes lifted.
And what a phenomenal thing that is.
When I meet with you
it is a gift.
A gift to myself and one to you.
For you to meet with me here, you have offered your time — something I can never give back.
Whether the time is well spent
is something only you could say
and I hope that you consider it is.
For me to meet with you here, I have offered my time — something you can never give back.
What I am telling you, as you sit across from me at this table
is that you are the most valuable thing I could be spending this (my most precious offering)
When I meet with you here,
it is because
you are more valuable than even these moments of my life which I willingly trade
in order to hear your thoughts and share your laughter or tears.
It isn’t my love that I give
it is my time
are they not one and the same?
There will come a day
that you sit on your back porch
while eating a vanilla coconut macaroon
and you’ll think
“My, but isn’t life worth living?”
Big offers are on the table
they all look like blackberry pie
if my fingers go into all of them
no one else could share in the joy
how do you choose between blues and more blues
we’re speaking of sky and of sea?
I get the feeling of limitless opportunity
why of those chosen — me?
I run on time to commitments with other people
often I’m even early, wanting to make sure that they feel their time valued.
Why am I not so diligent when meeting with myself?