a poem for a missed friend

Witman [a poem about "Spot"]

Hello

I wish I could say

alas

I know not which direction

to place it on the wind

so it might

one day reach you

you left

the year we graduated

[& I blamed you not]

I could not blame you

I knew

why you had to

to get

as far from

the life you've been living
as you possibly could

I wished
that my own "life" could be escaped

so easily

no matter where I went

it traveled with me

imprisoning me

little

did I know then

that I would be found out
to be the warden

of this prison

So much harder
to set yourself Free

than to set another free

Yet free you were

we spoke

in delayed conversations

tethered

by post offices

our responses to each other

weeks

apart

yet we tried anyway

fun

while it did last

Then further apart
became our responses

mostly

I was to blame

and I miss you

your drawings

your art

scribbled
anywhere you could leave

your mark

Such fun

all I have left
are spaces

by The Dead

U2 "stuff"

some old, saved papers

your art was sprawled across

Sometimes

I drive our VW

and wonder

where you have

wondered

off to

by b.e. noll 

a busy week ahead. Not sure if I'll be on much. If so, it will be in very small doses. Travel for "fractions" of days, work, meeting, class, & other things that must be done. So... have a great fun adventurous week. Maybe I'll post a photo of me with someone else this week. who knows?

May His grace drip from your fingers,
B