Our Kinship Cloud Carrying

like a presence
even silent
as if looking foward
not past
to anticipation of placidity

brief though accumulative
like setting a temperature
or adjusting a dimmer
as to leave an ambience

stenciled into memory
carried like a tatoo
as though its been forgotten
or misplaced on your bookshelf
until you see
looking into your mirror
a revelation overlooked

all this and more
from our connection;
trusting banter wistfully
our mutual cloud above