what a lovely coincidence
that on this day
as i continue on my city parks journey
and drive through a neighborhood
i am lost
i come to the intersection of
pamela and patricia
the names of
my two sisters
one still with us
one gone forever
and today –
i look ahead to find
they’ve led me
to the beautiful park right in front of me.
“don’t forget to leave your handprints on the ones you love
and your footprints around the neighborhood.”
― lisa c. miller
“stretching his hand up to reach the stars,
too often man forgets the flowers at his feet.”
image: milo porter, cousin of glenn frey the cat not the rocker
m: ‘i’m finished with class and just working, so let me know when you’re ready to go.’
me: ‘come now!!!! )))’
m: ‘coming out now.’
(i shut down my computer, pack up, walk upstairs, chit chat with colleagues, look out the door for m – my loyal carpool partner. who works in our high school, while i work in our kindergarten. we coordinate schedules each day. our buildings are one minute away from each other. we share a campus. we share rides to and from school. we share a friendship and a level of understanding each other, developed over hours spent together in a car, as willing captive audience members. i mill around. chit chat some more. visit two classrooms. look out window. more time passes. i check my phone to see if she got waylaid along the way.)
i look down and see this:
m: ‘you drove. right?’
yes, yes i did.
i head to my car,
(without further milling or chatting or texting),
it’s waiting in my parking lot,
right where i left it this morning,
to pick up m.
we make eye contact.
m gets in the car.
we realize that each of us was waiting to be picked up by the other.
it could have been a very long wait.
one did not.
we leave. we wind down from the day. we laugh.
one of us got confused today.
we don’t name names.