for Rosemary

For Rosemary 
The open palm of something true —Carrie Newcomer

Take my hand, we belong together
me, old    you, older
almost a generation    We come 
from different observances
yet embrace each other, heart 
friends outside of doctrine or time

Most likely you will leave first
I will follow your trail, abiding 
love of letters, the dusting 
of light and love you spread
with every breath