Reconnecting

First I was away, caring for the Grands; then Sue was away with her sister. Now we are taking a couple of days to reconnect, to be quiet together, to laugh at all the follies of our lives and to rejoice in having found each other.

I made this photo on the way to her house, and then I thought of this poem:

Automatic Writing
I instructed my hand to write of green hills, 
or of the jeweled windows of skyscrapers 
seen across the park
in winter twilight.
Instead it took off all on its own to write of age, loss, death. 
—Naomi Replansky.

And this haiku:

speaking with my ex-wife 
I break open a peanut 
and eat the shell
--Paul David Mena.