Ground Control

We have our silly & sinful reasons for what we do. Faiths we carry in our pockets to work. Or ferry across the river. Or lug down to the L train. We differ each to each. The job is to differentiate between coincidence & fate.

Example: After three months without word, Rebecca & I write each other at the same minute of the same hour of the same day.

Example: Woody. Forrest.

Example: Making bargains with god he may take.

So he believes after all. Weeks of discovery these months.

Earlier, there was talk of heroes. When we speak of heroes we mean our mothers.

So:

here there was a poem & then like that . . . he's gone

Too late for Mother’s Day? Never. They wouldn’t be Mothers if there was such a thing as too late.