Page 30 - just saying....

he came to me

not on a white horse
but in his jeep with his cat,
offered me friendship in Alabama,
I hesitated not knowing how
to navigate long distance.
we met in Florida, halfway_
he won me over with his sense of humor
willingness to take on adventure.
I have wondered why,
being so different,
we were meant to meet.
now I admire his ease with tools,
his ability to almost fix anything.
I share my latest creative endeavors
in poetry, art or theatre.
we spend many moments
riding in his jeep.
we do not talk
of past or future.