Pen in Motion

We shook hands

in our minds

and smiled

as though no time

had passed.

We talked for hours

on that old porch

where I keep our memories –

with the two old rocking chairs

and that painted sunset

that always hangs in the sky.

Maybe someday

those words will live

as though we actually said them.

Maybe someday

we will greet each other

as old friends,

and move beyond the porch

to walk in the grass

and laugh at the wind.