Are good times over once we succumb
to making lists. I fear that you must think
I've forgotten who you are or where I catch
the shuttle to be with you in this place?
Can I remember what we talked about last week?
Can I recall the time we met or recollect
the tenor of the tales you repeat, the balm
of knowing that you hold me dear despite
the fact that I forget the names of friends
or fail to comprehend the change of mood
we demonstrate in times of our distress?
I laugh when you do, watch your face in case
I'm tempted to misunderstand as fleeting
shadows pass. I find attunement at its best.
Linda Conroy, a retired social worker, believes that poetry serves to honor the complexity and simplicity of human nature. In the process of writing we discover the unexpected in ourselves and others, the ordinary and the unique.