Brennan?

Is she a dentist?

is she a doctor?

maybe a provost,

or Harvard proctor?

Could she be taller?

(probably not)

Possibly as fair?

what a nice thought!

Would she be different?

like a born-again-biker?

From colourful bracelets,

to slightly racist?

A mother? A bother?

Or simply a saint?

Clueless, keen, cautious?

Or an avid a cat lover?

An activist with friends -

around the globe?

An artist with style,

that decoúrs her abode?

A champion of challenges

some extreme thrill seeker,

or quietly questing

for satori, “i must meet her!”

Perhaps a slayer

of dragon in dens?

Caught up in scene

of online gaming with friends?

Perchance its the obvious?

A soul with a purpose.

A person with passion.

Each day without fuss.

. . . well . . .

Where is that fair friend

Amy Brennan?

Or was it Brennen?

.... i hope, now – she’s not a man.

Neither here nor there....

While revisiting a photo album from
my childhood summer camp, i found this old friend in a group photo.

Such a long time ago.
yet the memories are just as vivid.
an ancient friend - with the kindest of eyes.
her attention steady, intention pure.
but how could i have truly known her
a child less than a decade and, in the end -  a mystery to me.

i wish i knew
where she was now

i wish i knew
whome she’s become

i wish i knew
how she is.

Strange, but i think of her when i hear these drums. . . .
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uj-kHy5b5mo

It gives me the goosebumps and some supreme nostalgia.

A Friend

i used to have a friend,
her name was Amy then;
we'd sit to snack and talk
patient listening, till the end,
my fair friend named Brennan.