A Cup of Kindness

Christine Trouillet stevefotos.blogspot.com

Christine Trouillet stevefotos.blogspot.com

“We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne”

We stand at the water’s edge
   I on a long pier
   You on the deck
      Held together but
      By a paper ribbon
         Clutched in the hand

A coiled red paper ribbon
   I hold the end
   You the spool
      Just as you’ve always
      Held all our reserves
         Clutched in the heart

One final hourglass grain
   Twelve from the bell
   Three from the horn
      Then slowly but surely
      The ribbon between us
         Begins to grow taut

Words could never tell
   The lump in my throat
   The glass in your eyes
      So generous your heart
      So tightfisted my hand
         And all without reward

We’ve begun to fade now
   I into the wharves
   You into the mists
      Still the soft tremor
      The long slow shiver
         Along the paper line


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to A Cup of Kindness

  1. we separate from yesterday in order to join tomorrow


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