Dear Kelly

Some things exist only to be seen by

those that need them most. As a

child, I watched a young theologian

reduce the divine to a chalkboard

sketch. Time is a circle that we live

inside, he explained, and that the Almighty

exists outside of. How simple

the universe is, sometimes. I’ve driven

down enough country roads to know

what loneliness is, walked down enough

city streets to know the isolation of

crowds. Wherever you are, you are

small amidst the vastness of the unknown.

I am standing atop a bridge, surrounded

by strangers, watching an eclipse

overhead. One whispers to another,

“We are witnessing history.” It’s true.

In eighteen years there will be

another, and by then none of us will

remember each other’s names.