For Kate

Last night Kate and I talked for a couple of hours.  I did a lot of the talking but she directed the conversation, drawing me out, forcing me to cogently form my ideas.  She required not only clarity but connectivity and for a while I was transformed, re-planted in another time.  I knew, for a moment, who I was and what I wanted.  It had come back to me, delivered by this strange and beautiful courier and as quickly as she had come she was gone.  I remained buoyant for a short time but fell again too soon.