My Window, June 24, 2011

Driving home from Columbus, engulfed in the last landscape to receive her, the place that never really left her, the penny finally dropped:

She kept my sensitivity at arms’ length because it so perfectly mirrored her own; and not knowing how to live with hers, she couldn’t bear to look at mine.  So, for this and all the other gifts that passed into my life from hers, unbeknownst to both of us, and for a day that once held my heart as much as I ever knew how to give it, I say, Amen.