Even

Even when you are far away,
or at least,
your mind is. Even

when I am quiet, perhaps
too quiet for a spirit that yearns for conversation,
even

When life is a maelstrom
and it’s debris batters us both. Even
when I am alone,

we are together.

About this poem. 

Really, does this one need any explanation?  But I will tell you the picture was taken at the Dorset Inn, in Dorset, Vermont.

Tom