Lost in the static of the sixties
Jesus and you
Could always be found
With a few tweaks
Of the dial
The love songs of the seventies
Played while I looked
For your replacement
One to make me smile
And be alert as I dreamed
Studious through the eighties
The seatbelt sign off
Free to move about the country
Turbulence ahead
Just as you had warned
Careering into the nineties
A little place in the hills
Early morning charges
Late-night hand wringing
Learning without knowing
Humbling with the oughts
Settling into time
More uncertain measures
Fewer ways of counting
How I might be doing
All this time…
Your love has shone
Like a lighthouse
Through fog and mist
More shore revelation
Than coastal smoothing
And now…
Your vessel sails
Near the craggy coast
And though I’m distant
I lift a flashlight
On my tiptoes
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