She and Me
She and Me 6 may 2011 jp melville She and me Out at the cabin in Frontenac Township Grey overcast skies, cold wind, no rain, but damp We took to the day and hands held we came Buying but a few things along the long way. What were they you ask, those few things on the way? Just the stuff that we need to be gone and be past Time and the gossamer threads that tie us. Like a fuel primer for gas generator Like rope to hang between the trees for hand laundry and non-such Like filters for the water primed deep from the well. We started in sunshine Our thoughts warm to the spring On the highway we travelled To smaller roads as we came Closer, yet closer… Then pause We turned down a small gravel road A sign A graveyard To visit this moment of spring To find gravestones tell stories, children and young men who had died Mothers dead and twins succumbed to their childbirth One stone born it reads in Syria dead 1941 In La...