I sit, not knowing how your heart came to BREAK. It feels as if I am standing on a far SHORE, the sound of a DIRGE faint in the distance. How do I support you without overwhelming you? Make space for the two halves of your heart to MERGE?
I watch anxiously — you are on the VERGE of change.

Georg’ann

In their house each CHAIR was unique.
An upright modern white wood desk chair
stood next to a vintage velvet,
golden, round seat low to the floor,
high carved wood back.
Another vintage in red leather
with brass tacking.
At least 3 more varieties graced the room.
We selected our preferred perches,
and with a BURST of energy, the children began
the salon with music and dance.
PERKY improvisations to Bach and Tchaikovsky.
Poems, photos, memoir pages followed.
Tentatively sharing vision and voice,
we come to the VERGE of knowing
one another intimately, still
uncertain how much to reveal.

Heather