For the other parents at the wilderness therapy graduation ceremony

In a lather of memory, in the coffee shop, I splashed the faces of the people I had known for a small time onto my face and thought,

how intermingled we all are in this dance, how unnatural it must be to separate or divide us

Instead let me hold the memory of what you said and did, the way you smiled—

for it is a real fragrance, a scent of humanity, we carry for one another

as precious and fleeting as the sage on the wind

Let me remember the small details about you, for that is where we are most ourselves

In the places you might otherwise go unnoticed I see you, I remember you.

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12 replies

  1. Sage: to improve memory and grant wisdom. I wish it would work as on me as well as your poem does, Bill.
    Thank you,

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  2. Wow. When I logged in, the picture came up. It’s striking.
    I’m going back to re read the poem in its shade.

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  3. Splashing other faces onto your own presents a compelling image as I read through this again – an intuitive way to acknowledge the similarities collectively faced individually.
    Thank you for sharing.

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  4. The picture’s a bit disturbing but I get a distinct sense of seeing the good even in, maybe especially in, what frightens us. That’s key to how we carry each other.

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    • I know! The picture is quite disturbing, grabbed that from a small town called Mancos this week. We think it’s some type of expression of anxiety, coming out of the screen. I like what you said Christopher, that’s good. Thank you!


  5. I, actually, love that picture.

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    • Ha! I love that you do, I did too Jeff! Picture this, it’s set at the end of a serene footpath over a little bridge in this very small town near a community p-patch and so on, very tranquil, and then THAT just appears, no caption or explanation or anything. It just “is.”

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      • What’s the magic bullet to convince teens to stay sober? I can’t imagine what anyone could have said to me. Sometimes I fantasize that I called my parents from college and said “Hey, I’ve got a problem.” What would have happened? What would have changed?

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      • Dude that is one great question, I’m hopeful after 12 weeks we are much closer to that magic bullet as it were. It’s insane on so many levels. I could talk your ear off and would be fun to banter back and forth for sure. Thanks for asking the question, it’s a big one.

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