JONESY
I wish I knew these things
I had an unbelievable headache
The moan of a hangover ringing in my ears
I was literally holding something to my head
She was walking by quickly
Glanced over quickly
And, did a double take
Holding my eyes as I returned her gaze
There was knowing and knowledge in our eyes even though we had never met
Intimate knowledge
We both recognized something
What?
This is what I wish I knew
Jonesy spoke in a matter of fact fashion
“I know I have had two heart attacks
The second one was serious and knocked me right to the floor
Felt like a heard of elephants stampeding on my chest, took a long time to recover
My wife grabbed the phone
I told her to put the fucking phone down,
I am not going to die”
His hands were ruined
Working on the heavy bag without gloves
Two tours in Viet Nam - Harley Davidson rides around the northwest
One of the other crewmembers - speaking of me - said, “I thought he was kidding”
Jonesy, “I took one look into his fucking eyes and knew he wasn’t kidding
Jonesy – of course – hung right there with me
You know what I really like?
Serving homemade pumpkin soup with cheese bread
Searching for that which isn’t
Communicating without speaking
Listening when there is nothing to be heard
The warmth of a fire
Warm words
Writing love poems that I know are being read
Solitude
Beauty in all forms
Of course the violence, the ugliness the hatred
I know it is out there…still brush up against it from time to time
But I have to acknowledge it for it to exist
She recognized me and moved over in front of the camera
Dancing with a smile while holding my eyes
Gawd, is there anything more beautiful?