Three Small Songs For the Muse
1
My oldest friend looks for me
On a dark road
Nights I can’t sleep,
We are lonely together.
We are yellow jackets in late summer,
Beating at the screen
We are two old women holding hands
At the funeral of a friend.
We are two children playing
“Who Am I?”
You put your hands over my eyes
And in their darkness,
I know for sure
That at the end,
The playful stranger who appears
Is not death
But love.
2
So you’ve come again
With a new face;
An unsettling thought
In my settled life.
You’re a woman, a man.
You change the names for love
Each time you come.
3
We walk in the ocean
Not Far from shore.
We walk on the bright shore
And you call me over
To show me something: a shell.
You name it, and we laugh.
We spend days talking,
Doing very little.
For so long I’d been praying,
“Come to me.”
“I’ll find you,” you said
And you did.
——————–Kathleen Norris
The Reflections of the Love of Dearest Friends