Because I am a bad sleeper
I listened to James Taylor’s audio book believing
his first 21 years could help me sleep.
Harrowing not lulling still his story reminded me
I hadn’t talked to my college roommate’s first husband Davey in over 40 years.
He and James Taylor were friends in Chapel Hill.
A Maine psychiatrist with a wife three children, we wouldn’t
have had much time or occasion to talk before. When I called he said
he’d had a happy life: good work, good family, of course
there had been problems: diseases etcetera. He remembered
how so long ago we were all in Washington
a big group of us inside Susan Bissell’s apartment having a party
we heard a rain storm and he said Let’s Go Stand in the Rain
and we all did.