Letters

 

There’s much to be learned in this age,

at this age as well. 

A little loss of sound can be a blessing,

a chance to return to the

remarkable self-absorption of youth.

This is a time for connection,

reconnection as well, 

visits, phone calls, letters, cards and

e-mails, in that very descending order 

of intimacy, and it really is too bad,

what that e-mail thing has done to

letter writing, ancient and loving art.

Visits require some degree of readiness,

at least a clean bathroom, but

phone calls, especially the random ones,

can find you in your pajamas, 

heck, even on the toilet. 

Cards are okay, when one does not

have time for a letter, but 

letters have more heart, give more time

to the writer to be reflective,

like a poet, 

searching, reaching, looking

for just the right words.

A writer of letters gets to reflect,

to muse a bit about the addressee, to

remember precious moments, to dream of

better moments yet to come, 

maybe even to plan some, and say so.

It is a peaceful activity, letter writing,

perfect for the cocoa and comforter

days of winter’s end.