Finding Old Friends Now (Corona Virus Poems)

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.

 

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

3 Comments

  1. Soooo good to hear from you. Indeed a time to look deeper inside for old and almost lost friends. Keep well…and young. I just hit 86. We are very fortunate that our family has not been hit by the virus …at least for now. Looking forward to meeting and greeting you both … here or there..when this cloud has passed on.
    With much love,
    Bob…for me and Ann

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