Apr18
as he drives across Wyoming
and I drive home from work,
he tells me about being able to see
storm clouds fifty miles away.
His voice crescendos as he describes
rain sheeting down, sky turning
grey then white then purple.
Yes, I say, yes, and I wish
we could have this
conversation for hours
because he sounds more alive
than he has
in a very long time.
Makes me happy and sad……..
oh how i know that feeling … when you wish the conversation could last as it is forever. i have this occasionally, too, with my dad. beautifully rendered.