Walk me down by the lake
through the dried autumn sprigs
that gently fold under foot
and crackle like fireplace embers.
Hold my hand steady into that canoe of yours
and let’s drift away on the soft waning of breeze
seeing where it might take us,
curiousness on the sweet giving of breadth.
Sit quietly in the glide of our passage
the sun melting our thoughts,
almost to exclusion,
feeling the radiating warmth in
penetrating, probing, incisions.
To have this one moment
is worth living a thousand days,
the coffee from your thermos especially
black, smooth, sweet and complex,
indeed, good to my lips from a bitter awakening,
for which I thank you, friend,
asking no favors in return
only your solace company
upon these watery depths,
adrift to lapping whims.
And, upon my return home
I will remember to water
the kindly poinsettia given,
then open my diary
to a December page
to remember our yuletide communion,
this Christmas day.
- Mark Trubisky
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