Today, I wanted to post about friendship and the complex beauty of it. Yesterday I received a surprise care package that made my day and reminded of why I keep certain people around (inside joke). So as I found myself missing my poetic partner and remembering to love the friends that I have left I stumbled upon this Jean Valentine piece that was written for poet Adrienne Rich. I consider myself extremely blessed in that my first best friend was my mom; she always stressed the importance of valuing my true friends and this poem was another reminder.
I hope that you enjoy it. To friendship!
You came in a dream, yesterday —The first day we met you showed me your dark workroom off the kitchen, your books, your notebooks. Reading our last, knowing-last letters —the years of our friendship reading our poems to each other, I would start breathing again. Yesterday, in the afternoon, more than a year since you died, some words came into the air. I looked away a second, and they were gone, six lines, just passing through. for Adrienne Rich