Sunday, April 26, 2015

He Was My Peripatetic Friend

Time is for the living
the breathing-in and giving
the breathing-out
to take life in, breathing all to begin.

Now and Again
Where and When
Here and Now
we learn somehow
life is here this very moment
we never know when living goes.

God knows.

(Written in memory of CMR on April 26, 2015)

Ten years ago to the day, to the hour, to the minute I watched my friend step off the bus and meander across the south-eastern parklands of Adelaide.
He very suddenly died ten days later, at the same time of morning, in that corner of the city. He was walking past a sports store and slumped in a footpath deck-chair.

He was my peripatetic friend.

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