“A kind of rapture” (poem)

And when this ends we will emerge, shyly
and then all at once, dazed, longhaired as we embrace
loved ones the shadow spared, and weep for those it gathered in its shroud.

Requiem for a father and mentor

A couple of weeks ago, Jim Tompkins died. Jim was the father of my two oldest friends in the world, Mark and Derek Tompkins. I’ve known these guys since preschool. We were inseparable growing up and we’re still friends to this day.