That indescribable blue after a winter storm
reminded me of you, your eyes filled with distance.
when what I say now must reach through every distance?
God does not speak our language or write us letters,
our words merely fragments thrown into great distance.
There is a strange joy in singing deliberately off-key.
Any singing we can manage is a way to close the distance.
When I was younger, I walked without second thought.
Now, my bones upon waking remind me of each distance.
It's a kind of blessing to let each loss have its say.
Not all of us live to sign our names upon that distance.
Still, I never meant to say to let go of this world, brother.
Forgive me. You know I can never fill such a distance.
