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 that felt more real than the one you lived in, you had a gift, a means of escape. The temptation was the yearning to stay there, with that voice, that true companion who seemed to share your world, almost to be you, while the everyday, the workaday world was the one that became unreal.
Unless you become a writer yourself, the singer of songs, someone who can 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 – January 18 2012
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Joan’s poem is from The Skin Spinners
Her only published collection of poetry, although she wrote them every day