The Time I Lived Vicariously
While watching a gray and feathered flock
Brown pelicans sunning in November on the dock
And entered into community from my place
Of solitude
And thought of you
You duplicate my life
And make it two
One of here and one of there
Not duplicitous am I
But honest in my telling that you give me more
I hear your words echo from the Frio
And beyond
From the high places
You were called
I was not
God is good to give us lives
Multiplied in two’s and mores
The time I lived vicariously
Was one of those
You spoke to me while I was, yet
Not there, not haunted by the singleness of one
But tethered by the Spirit
To you
Canyons echo, multiply
Community, sacred echoes I have heard
Sacred echoes I have found
Joining Laura and Kelli