(to the memory of Norman Konlup)
Forager, you found
treasures in the cracks
and shared them,
a thought, a thing,
embraced us with that
big laugh.
You fed us,
sharp winter nights
when we surrendered our
spilling-over bags to your
jovial command,
making so much
beyond food.
Such generosity left us wanting more.
Your solitary path darkened into distance
beyond entreaty.
In our mind’s eye
we walk with you,
comforting silence, but
for the fallen leaves under our feet.
