I had just been
On an amazing adventure
I worked on
The wheat harvest
To follow my Dad’s path,
To walk in his shoes,
To find out
What had led him
To change his whole life
And reclaim
His soberness
His family
His job
His life.
I had returned to Houston
After spending the summer
From Oklahoma
To North Dakota
Following the wheat
Living a nomadic life
Exploring new worlds.
I had been writing letters
To a number of friends
To stay grounded.
I had called
Whenever we stopped
At a place where
There was a phone.
One of my biggest
Supports was Donna.
We’d been friends
For many years
And she had been there
Whenever
I needed her.
So when I got home,
We planned to spend time.
She wanted to hear
All about my experience
What it was like driving
A big truck,
Pulling a wheat combine
I had described it
In letters,
But it wasn’t the same
As being able to
Spend an evening
And tell someone
All about it.
I called her.
She said
And I remember
This vividly:
“Say, I’d love
To get together.
I’m house sitting
For some friends,
I have to watch their dogs
I have to do a couple of
Loads of laundry.
I’ll cook you dinner,
And get a couple of movies
And we can watch those
While we visit.”
The whole thing
Just felt wrong.
Too many moving parts,
And no place to
Really talk.
I had presence enough
To say
“Donna, that feels
awfully busy.
Why don’t we do it
Another night
When there’s more time
To just sit and visit.”
She acted sort of surprised,
And a bit put out.
Like she had been
Doing me a favor
To offer me the time slot.
We never rescheduled.
She never found out
What my journey
Had been like.
The only thing
I can figure out
Is that she didn’t
Really want to know.
Ouch!
Why?
I couldn’t guess.
We were never the same
After that.
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