I find four of your books in my letter box

a generous gift, a shy retreat.
When did you come? Why didn’t you knock?
The Door in the Air transports

compels entry into Dangerous Spaces
Space transformed with magic & science

brought to mischievous articulation
The Catalogue of the Universe where

Tricksters rhymed with voices that dare 
disturb in dazzling virtuosity; boundaries

made strangely boundless
No one emerged quite the same.
Squirrel nuts stored in baby bubbles: I watch

you feed your grand daughter my spicy
pot-luck gado gado salad; not hot, the child

bravely demurs 
Lunching at the De Luxe Café you quiz me

on assimilation & acculturation
We share an evening at the Court Theatre

This Other Eden connects then & now.
Years later we meet again at Downstage

didn’t know it would be your last reading
before the wind between the stars swept

you away crossing Time & Space 
romancing our literary landscape

lighting our way
The Door in the Air closes

on your cryptic farewell
What’s your next role?

I won’t know until I get there.