In Answer to Her Question, “Where are we in this relationship?”
Between the pen’s tip and the paper.
Not the words—
they are merely beautiful.
The flowing, we are there.
In the letters’ absence.
As the echo makes its return—one
of our favorite spots.
Just following the steam’s
invitation for the kettle to whistle.
At the becoming of tea.
Michael Mark writes to break things so he can look in and be further mystified. He is a hospice volunteer, fast food lover and impatient gardener, husband to Lois for 32 years.