Let’s twist time up a bit and here now talk about tomorrow then.  Again to go up and defy gravity flying with the hitchiking angels in the air.  The bizarre mobius strip of sitting now in this tiny senior apartment, my closest most adventurous brother snoring on the floor beside me.  My little (taller) sister softly looking through family photo albums.

Cricket singing in the warm summer night–freeze this moment here and now, here and now, here and now. 

Spending the day with aunts, cousins and siblings in a combination unmatched since my mother died 35 years ago.  Soft chatting, raucous laughter, bad jokes, sad notes, long familiar drives and new knowledge.  Thanksgiving and Christmas from years past and years missing all wrapped up in a noisy present.  Now fading into the misty past already.

Divine ancient maple, brother old oak rising fat and tall between the tipsy slate sidewalks and the worn New York township roads say: Reach out new forever.  Human life is more than longevity and would.

I claim, I whisper, that You breathe in me the Way to love, more than I struggle and  strain to stretch time.