Saturday, February 23, 2008


A revered old poet and friend turned 86 today and we visited him in the old peoples home so that he would feel special and not forgotten. One brought pretty, happy flowers, the other a Javannais, a third bought drinks for all. What did I learn today? That one goes on writing and reading, questioning and following one's heart. That loneliness can be alleviated by holding hands even if it are the wrong hands, that hold little conversation. That friendship and warmth can put a sparkle and a fire in one's eyes, accepting that melancholy will come back when one is on one's own again in the small room and the bed full of papers pulled out for the visitors. Miel wrote pencil on paper:

The poem
I write
in this finite
of infinity

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