Yesterdays Becoming…

To the guardian of our inner-selves.

Preserve our innocence of words

exchanged via email to email

that time when passion of intellect first took flight.

Keep safe our simple remembrances

that first breakfast meet

as our eyes asked those initial questions

while nervous hands toyed cups of coffee

growing cold beside unbuttered toast

.

Protect the memories of

those aching next morning muscles

longing to retire a blowup mattress

 for bedding of dream-like solace.

Watch over our past

when we began to be more as one,

hiking trails of fern and moss

where threatened summer rain upon our faces,

stayed undeterred as tired feet urged us further

into Nature’s special discoveries.

Forget not the beaches where sunsets astride ocean carved rocks

framed driftwood-fire embers as they

danced their restless sparks skyward to the stars

Never let us forget New York’s swaying subways,

our germophobic hands tenaciously balancing

with poles, bars and when possible,

safe holding to each other.

Make permanent our recollections of

loft home intimacies,

of one desk,

two sides,

two laptops,

two faces drawing words from each other

to be written into another day’s creation.

And forever keep secure

our ongoing sundown conversations,

when each day’s good and bad are discussed, debated,

and often become the next day’s imaginative grounding,

forming another chapter to our creative time together.

And so…

To who or whatever maintains

the archives of one’s most precious time,

please keep alive all of our past,

our present and our unknown tomorrows,

those still-in-shadow yesterdays becoming.