POET IN FLIGHT
For Lou Hertz
A sullen sadness came over me
when I heard the news of your passing.
Suddenly the memories rewound
in my brain—
The days working side-by-side
Adding up all those damn figures
of hotel receipts and coupons,
Those transitory pieces of paper,
Useless, really, in the scope of
the warm and breathing moments
of life that slip by us when we
fail to capture their splendor.
Now I remember the days you
helped train me as a new
auditor on that graveyard shift.
How to calculate this,
How to file that,
How to place those thousands of
pieces of paper in their proper place.
But as the years clocked forward,
what grew among the piles
was a friendship, poetically framed.
I timidly showed my musings in words,
Took it hard when you made so
many suggestions to fine-tune them.
But I soon realized your expertise,
Your way with words,
Your knowledge of meter and rhyme,
And your encouragement to read
more poems than the ones you composed--
like that first chapbook you compiled
of your poems--Rivulets--
the one you inscribed to me, saying,
I was your #1 fan and poetry booster!
And I realized your suggestions
made me a better poet.
Yes, you first taught me how to revise.
What has happened to the time?
Those past memories of sharing thoughts
on music, poetic themes, and the
drudgery of the night audit?
I remember still, the day you left that job,
moved on to another one in the city,
then to your sister's part of the country.
There were a few e-mail conversations,
Sharing your poetic vision--
Creative sparks in your mind that
birthed Nanny Fanny.
But as life sometimes runs,
We forget to mark the traces.
We lose track of people we knew
so well at one time.
I lament now I lost touch with you,
I did not share in your later
creative vision.
And when mine came into view,
You had already passed without
my knowing. My book’s recognition
of your encouragement,
unread by you.
But I know your spirit still speaks,
You set your thoughts down to posterity,
So though the poet has taken flight,
His words continue to live on.
But more than just your words,
Your inspiration as a wordsmith
I carry inside me.
And a friendship that
existed within this precious time and space.