Ann Keiffer

Waiting for the Train

When I spotted you in line several people
ahead of me as we all waited for the BART
train, everything in me reached out to you.
Oh my gosh…my brother! A big guy, narrow
of hip, bearded and dark about the eyes, in
work boots and blue jeans, your faded navy
t-shirt proudly stamped Local 22, your manly
lunchbox roughed up in camouflage, big
enough to hold an urn of black coffee and a
bear sandwich…with a real bear. My brother,
here! But I didn’t go to you. I just loved you
for a minute, my brother being gone,
but you very much alive.

Ann Keiffer
October, 2014

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About Ann

I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.

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