For a long time my brother-in-law, Jim, and I, were not close. Politically, I was mostly liberal and he,
a strong conservative.
Thomas James Martin
Then, a few years ago after we had shed our political skins and we suddenly became open to each other.
Sure, shared interests but more than that, not quite affection but a quiet understanding. He shared his
wonderful experiences of running.
After I was placed in assisted care, he visited me several times a week, usually with a cappuccino
in hand which he knew I loved. I learned respect and admiration for the real Jim. He had a hidden depth
that was not easily expressed or perhaps understood.
his shadow catches up
as the clouds threaten
I remember a geology class: "Scratch any stone to see its true identity".
water striders scurry
in the sunlit stream
dark river stone
I felt that he was turning into gold though I wonder if he knew...
laced with sunlight