(Please forgive me, Pat!)
You walked the line on the edge of the roof
of expectations when no one understood you
and sometimes I wonder if you saw the truth
– that you never really stopped counselling
you continued to catch the world’s hurts in your hands
and deal them like a game of solitaire on the coffee table
and you taught us to lean over each other’s shoulders
and point at the poems.
Put that there. See? It works.
Now fold that column away.