- Sitting Quietly
Sharing the silence,
Exposing long hidden …
Sharing the moments,
Exposing loving memories.
Sharing the sorrow,
Exposing glimpses of our soul.
Sitting quietly loving each other.
Originally written December 28, 1994
Have you seen a couple just sitting holding hands not talking just quietly sitting side by side. They could be looking at a sunset, traffic going by, or just looking at their back yard. I lived in a small village Ahmeek in Keweenaw County in Upper Michigan. It has 5 streets one block long. The village folk were of Finnish, Croatian, and Cornish heritage. I grew up speaking three languages; Finnish Croatian and English. I can still cuss in Finnish and a few other words. They are friendly folks inviting neighbors in for a bowl of soup and bread or to use thesauna. Young folks over age 18 usually go south to Detroit or Milwaukee. So the town is made of middle age and elderly folks. A few of the younger folks come back when they find they cannot stand the big city life.
When I lived there it was not unusual to see couples and families on the porches quietly sitting and watching the hills and possibly the weather coming over the hills. There was a bench in front of the post office where men waited for their friends or wife who was shopping in the small grocery store next door. It was a meeting place. Oh yes, there was also a tavern where the hard rock copper miners came after a day underground to talk to their friends and have shot and a beer. It is a slow-paced life where each moment is treasured.
I guess it is in my blood because I like to sit and watch the sunrise, sunset, stars, or people passing by. Each moment is treasured and stored away in my ribbon of life.
© 2012, Frank. All rights reserved.