Touch
It was just a touch
In the middle of a jet lagged night
In Florence Italy
I reached over
We were both awake
She gave the tips of my fingers
A short squeeze
It conveyed so much
I am here
I am awake
I see you
I love you
I thought,
I love that touch
Will I remember it
Forever
Tuesday, April 23, 2024
Sunday, April 21, 2024
Cursive
Would it one day
Require a Rosetta Stone
To decipher its meaning
Swirling forms
With striking individual
Variations
Developed over many
Years of practice and
Hours of repetition
Of “The Quick brown fox
Jumped over the lazy dog”
It honed fine muscle
Coordination and provided
The benefit that comes from
Long term
Disciplined attention to a
Difficult task
Which informs us
That nothing grand
Is ever easy
Gradually it became
A lost art
As the hard work of
Learning cursive
Was abandoned
In pursuit of
More immediate
Gratification
Thursday, October 26, 2023
Penny
We laid a penny
On the track
Standing with my
Brother Wayne
Little boys as close
As we dared
A steam locomotive
With a line of cars
Filled with old growth logs
Headed from the woods
Up east to the mill
We would run to
See it pass
And standing close
Feel the breeze of
The speeding train
Then look for our penny
Now shiny and flat
As a pancake
We would feel
Its smooth surface
With our thumb
Put it in our pocket
And soon transfer it
To that special place
Where we kept our treasures
Ron Erickson
October 25, 2023