What Good Friends come With
fresh breath from the winds of winter
the first frost finds a hot coffee among it
a quaint little school where we sent our children off to learn
to meet other children
set among hills in Virginia
.
one day of my childhood
where I remembered boredom as a great thing
breakfast on my grandmothers porch where my sister and I built puzzles
or looking up at a magnificent blue sky
from within the shade of Louisiana
.
the first time I saw an Italian villa within the grove
the gardens of England
or saw my best friend get married
.
the small castle town in France
where a woman fell in love
an age when I could explain what friends meant
who they were
where they would belong
experiences that passed through
when I moved and found the first person to belong to
.
when I learned to dance and was asked
for the first time
it was learning him
everything I’d forgotten
seeing the sun rise up
.
early in Como
my sister and I woke up
to breathe the air and walk
.
it was buying gifts
in Switzerland shops
for my loved ones
when I realized more than anything
in the world
I enjoyed thinking of them.
Passive Architect 