Iron Mountain ski jump

Iron Mountain ski jump

Saturday, June 1, 2019


As I lie here in the darkness
counting each of your small
puffs of breath,
the image of my dream is still
before me, the woman
I recognize across a room
from thirty years before,
a widow now. We were not
friends; her husband was a jerk,
but you said we should invite
her to stay for supper. You were
always willing to share,
but I always wanted you
all to myself, which is why
I count your puff breaths
in the darkness of dreams.

John Robert McFarland

“Who cared if there was really any Being to pray to? What mattered was the sense of giving thanks and praise, the feeling of a humble and grateful heart.” Oliver Sacks

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