Nothing is exactly like old times.
Dogeared memories dominate our recollections
and revolutionize historical truth
with colorized poetic license.

Greeting you for the first time since university,
I hope to find you well
after forty years of good and bad experience
shaped your perspectives.

Unwhole still, but closer than
we ever believed we would achieve,
we discuss self-improvement vehicles and agree
ego is a sorry bitch that needs to be put down.

You still carry the torch of living
at the dead end of a dusty dirt road
with acres you farm by hand
and five dogs to mark your established territory.

While I expound bicycling across the United States,
back and forth innumerable times, until
every paved road has been traversed
and one mom & pop cafe per town has been visited.

It is hard to believe we found love with other people
just as beautiful in face and spirit,
but the days roll by with a golden glow
and time seems an unwholesome construct for our attention.

copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney


The other day in the mail I received my notification that my 40th university reunion is this fall and to plan accordingly. I have not decided if I am going to attend or not.

There has been little to no contact with my university comrades since graduation. This makes sense since my life was (is) all over the place—as in I have lived in 9 different states and, in those pre cellphone days, not always easy to locate. But contact is a two-way street and I did little to remain in touch.

I grant it would be nice to renew acquaintance and see that everyone is healthy, happy, and learn about their families and accomplishments.

On the other hand, bringing up the tragedies that have taken place in our lives or visiting dashed dreams seems like it would be a bummer.

There is time to hash out this reunion invitation and make a decision sometime later this month.

Love & Light


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