Polaroid Snapshots

THOUGHT LETTERS I wrote a thousand letters in my mind about the clouds I saw, the songs I heard, the thoughts I wished to share. I wrote them in a plane, on a road, or in a quiet time alone. They were unsent, unstamped, or hurried on their way. Because . . . Because . . . Because . . . ADDRESS I found the address long saved, newly acted on. I found reason to communicate to reach out. To put aside misgivings and fears harbored over many years as barriers between. I found a willingness to renew to talk, unite and make up for lost times. I found that all the days and thoughts apart were simply time alone unnecessary penance for imagined wrongs and some for reality. I found . . . you. GUARDED THOUGHTS Far easier to send a quarter card-- a joking note, a light, un-serious communication, than to send the deep thoughts of my heart. The card, the note the hasty scrawl can be received or not with little loss of self. The sending of ones self will not survive the possibility of folding, spindling, mutilating, experiences, And so is withheld until sufficient sacrificial goats have been attended to. TASTE It's nice to see an old friend from the past nicely turned out It's like a vote of confidence for one's own judgment But does it really verify good judgment or just constant taste?