candy bars from the bus station and a swingset

One of mine today. In memoriam. Under Branches Lit Up by the Moon Marilyn McCabe If, as some physicists claim, existence isrelational, and some theologians that god isa verb of relation, and some psychologists the self isdefined by our interactions with others, thensurely, my friend, we made somethingof each other. I hear you singing in my ear.Is it Loggins and Messina? You knew the harmonies,but I never knew the words. We werean imperfect duo, stumbling the cold streetsof Delphi in search of the oracle, settling finally forcandy bars from the bus station and a swingsetfound on the edge of town, watching eveningcome over the valley as the goats came downfrom the hills, and the relation between the bellson their collars and that exquisite hour was divine,and who needed an oracle when we were the laughing gods.