A Poem for Deborah

My blogging buddy, Deborah, wrote a moving and thought provoking post about the unexplained withdrawal and loss of a friend and the questions and heart searchings this throws up. I came across this poem yesterday and I thought it might be relevant;  even if it doesn't give an explanation if might lessen the pain.

Sometimes it happens

And sometimes it happens that you are friends and then

You are not friends,

And friendship has passed.

And whole days are lost and among them

A fountain empties itself.

And sometimes it happens that you are loved and then

You are not loved,

And love is past.

And whole days are lost and among them

A fountain empties itself into the grass.

And sometimes you want to speak to her and then

You do not want to speak,

Then the opportunity has passed.

Your dreams flare up, they suddenly vanish.

And also it happens that there is nowhere to go and then

There is somewhere to go,

Then you have bypassed.

And the years flare up and are gone,

Quicker than a minute.

So you have nothing.

You wonder if these things matter and then

As soon as you begin to wonder if these things matter

They cease to matter,

And caring is past.

And a fountain empties itself into the grass.

Brian Patten