Ode to My Adam

We chose to uproot and reroot together… 
Like trees bound by time in an ancient forest…
Refusing to stay put while the other moves on to sit upon a mountain, 
Or to frame the house of a lonely lumberjacks cabin,
Or to become something completely new, through the mind and will of a talented woodworker.
Whatever it was, we moved as a unit… 
And it was together that we felt the mountain’s breeze,
And explored the emptiness in the lumberjacks heart,
And became all but transformed by the woodworkers wit.

We move through time every second, every minute, every day… mentally and emotionally together 
Like time travelers bound by experience and memories…
Feeling as though no one else in the universe has seen the same things as we have,
Or battled the monsters that came booming from afar or out of absolutely nowhere, 
Or have recognized the nuances of what holds us back, or pushes us forward, both as one and as two.
Whatever it was, we moved through it together,
And it was together that we saw the moon and the sun become friends
And healed each others wounds after those foreseen & unforeseen battles
And crafted maps (never complete) to help us navigate ourselves and each other… in a world as unpredictable as the ingredients of time.