dot dots, a poem of friendship

Brewbakers and a bag

A sudden storm one July 

And your stomach was turning 

From the baby just a flutter

After the sitting and the walking 

The breathing and the singing

The blueberries drip into the pond

As the dragonflies trace trails over the water

Years later we walk on that water

Turned solid

As everything in the world had improbably turned topsy turvy

We stand in a silent circle around the beaver lodge 

Suddenly landlocked

Sap to syrup to candy

A warm winter day we watch the snow sublime invisible

The the reverberations of your life echo outward

And your wave folds back into the ocean.