A story can be the best companion, if you are a listener. If from childhood you had the good luck, the time, the solitude and the books to take you away, to transport you to a place more real than the one you lived in, you had a gift, a means of escape. You also had a yearning to stay there, with that voice, that true companion who seemed to share your world, almost to be you, while the every day workaday world was the one that became unreal.
But unless you become the writer yourself, the singer of songs, the one to take others away with you, you will always be listening for that voice.
For John Brown, a true companion, learning to fly.
July 14 1949
Joan’s poem is from The Skin Spinners
Her only published collection of poetry, although she wrote them every day