Us, Baby

Us, Baby

Some of them,
you do for love–
grateful, when somebody takes the journey
and the weight with you.
When you’re all alone,
someone to tell you you’re not–
Someone to look up at the holy sky over Chicago with. . .

Published in: on August 28, 2012 at 8:21 pm  Comments (1)  

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  1. “Someone to tell you you’re not–” and “into her black ocean of stars” ~ *Sigh* ~ Every time I look at this or re-read it, I feel changed. As if there’s someone else. Out there, somewhere. Knowing what that feels like.

    I went back yesterday and re-read my other favorite one of yours, “An Irish Story About A Woman And The Rain” ~ A beautiful tribute. Thank you for sharing. You’re an awesome human being and I really enjoy reading everything you write.

    It gives me a different perspective as well as an acknowledgement that our planet really is a small one after all. There’s a lot of similarities in places and people even though the locations are separated by thousands of miles. The stories you tell of those you’re friends with and strangers you encounter are wonderful. I still laugh when I think about the French “speedo” swimmer at the hotel pool in Turkey. Kudos! 🙂

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