A Message In A Bottle
A wicker rocker, on my screen porch.
Black coffee, until it is light enough to see
A crossword puzzle. Blue jays,
As many as five raucous in a big holly.
The runners pop in the dark, and stream by.
Women in pairs, some pushing strollers.
Power walking, Elkins jump-starts his day.
So these specific lives merge, become
A river, as I watch from the bank–
She’s standing alone out on a train platform.
The future. There’s a lot of life
Yet to go, and grandkids are not our kids.