An Invitation, Waiting

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Friend and companion of my mind
such laughter sprang up between us
from the heart of happiness
was released a confluence
a flood that arose so fresh
so sudden in that middle river we joined

surprised us both
but swept us away from each other: It was so strong.
suddenly we were taken
roughly, cruelly jarred out of our rhythm.

are you well?

regret nothing

there is no room
for regret to take root here, to bloom along my shores.
let there be no room for regret along yours

let us grow as willows grow
marking those places of decision
those challenges of the path that turns

deep reach my roots
my friend
high and wide reach my branches
my friend

and for you
I hold the safety and surety
of welcome eternal

Come. Rest.
And under be my boughs.

Darlene Witte
Darlene Witte

Professor of Education, (retired) at Johnson State College in Vermont leads the Green Mountain Writers' Poetry & Performance workshop that meets on Zoom each month on the 1st and 3rd Tuesdays at 7 PM ET. Find out more at

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