immersed in life
between the thumbs
the who and what
the fastest, where
accomplishing one goal
chasing the next
you lost the space
between breaths
the liminal space to hold
the sunset on your palms
one day, looking at the morning mist
you rubbed your eyes
you could not remember
the colors of roses, of camellias
afraid you also forgot
voices of your friends.
You have time
but do not wait too long
you may get stranded
by the receding tide
and too exhausted
to be frightened
You have time
to return to the roots of your narratives
to sip coffee, to listen
to the tribe’s ailments and pains
simply to be with friends
to drink and eat with friends
to share the hilarity
of oysters on a half-shell
or in silence, gaze together
at the mountain or the sea.
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What I enjoy most about your writing Edgar is that it makes me slow down..and think about each line. I find myself going back and reading again..your words are filling up my “little book of hope”..filling it with inspiring thoughts. Thank you.
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Thank you Jeanne. You are very kind. I do not realize that my candlelight can add a little brightness in your place. I am happy.
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