We had a quiet dinner with friends and neighbors in various states of hopeful disrepair this Easter.
The poet Wendell Berry slipped this word in edgewise...
A MEETING
In a dream I meet
my dead friend. He has,
I know, gone long and far,
and yet he is the same
for the dead are changeless.
They grow no older.
It is I who have changed,
grown strange to what I was.
Yet I, the changed one,
ask: "How you been?"
He grins and looks at me.
"I been eating peaches
off some mighty fine trees."
Wendell Berry, Collected Poems, North Point Press, 12th printing, 2000, page 206
1 comment:
That is why at dinner you always keep your fork because the best is yet to come!
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