Wednesday, January 20, 2021

We sit together, murmuring to one another, side by side.

I share with you my worries for the day, struggling to name gratitude.

You share with me the pathway to ease.

I have forgotten before you are done speaking. Later, I will strain to recall the way.

O memory! Stay with me on the march, murmur to me at noon.

(Letter #2,202)