At the Celebration of Penny

We STAND, close but not touching, so many people in the sweet space of grief and joy. For some, it’s NICER in the heart space of sharing. For others, feeling apart is treasured, feeling safe, not as a LONER, but rather a separate self, whole among others. Each can claim feelings, no shame in being the OWNER of her experience, a sacred mosaic of the collective experience, coming together to honor their beloved mentor and teacher.

Georg’ann

My heart waits to RIPEN
like the cantaloupe
will I have waited too long
flesh too soft, no longer sweet.

Searching Berlin he wants
the perfect DONER kabob.
Hour passes in conversation
with the OWNER of a small stand.

Just the time enough to open,
find perfection within.
Sated, we stroll the streets,
hand in hand.

Heather