To My Friend Anywhere: Each Caring Friendship is a Sacred Re-cre-a-tion
Caring Friendship is a
My friend anywhere:
New horizons beckon.
Old rough edges soften.
Sundays sometimes happen.
Today your sharpest staff
came poking at my door
until you made me laugh,
convulsing on the floor.
Unknowingly you shook
my neatly charted graph
and amplified my book
of happiness by half.
Whether glad or sadly,
whether good or badly,
sacred love intrigues me
(profane love fatigues me),
sacred love invites me,
sacred love excites me,
sacred love delights me,
sacred love ignites me,
sacred love incites me,
sacred love unites me.
Is it only just me?
Sun-day only? Or e-ter-nal-ly?
Neither one seems likely now to me.
None we know alive today can see
future outcomes so per-cep-tive-ly.
What on earth are you to me?
I don't mean inside our po-et-ry,
pro-mul-gat-ing every the-o-ry,
just to see what we can see,
Young and swift and strong and ten-der-ly,
face to face with old defying grav-i-ty.
Does wise Prov-i-dence allow such things to be?
High adventure gripping you and me,
Dear friend to-be,
you still happy?
What do you see?
It would please me
if you wrote me
when you are free,
if that can be.
Please note I am not seeking anyone to marry,
or share my nightly bed which is already crowded.
My wife and I consider such things wrong and scary,
and we don't want our holy marriage vows beclouded.
But I enjoy a sincere, happy, distant friendship
with give-and-take in thoughtful written con-ver-sa-tion,
and mutual respect without a daily guilt trip.
Each caring friendship is a sacred re-cre-a-tion. ___________________________________________________
Copyright (c) 2011 by Max J. Havlick, Writers Workshop, The Max Havlick School of Personal Creation and World Citizenship, a project of New World Community Enterprises, Inc., 16 W. Vermont St., Villa Park, IL 60181-1938, all rights reserved (30 min. from O'Hare Airport). Permission granted to make copes that include the whole series of poems and this notice.