I was at the hospital where I was born
earlier today, and it was windy,
and the bright winter sun
beat down on everything and everyone,
and it came from the West, of course,
which is way out there,
the Left Coast,
where You are,
and holding seminars,
while I sit here,
thinking more and more
and your laughter;
outside, perfect stone walls
with flat sides and tops,
with tiny little pieces of granite
tucked into every crevice;
they still are polished by
the wind and baked by
the sun, which comes to them, and to me,
from out there, where You are.
February 24, 2009, for Kimberly.
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