Before the internet, I sent postcards.
From all around the world.
To people I cared about.
Wanted to stay connected with.
People I missed.
Wanted to share my journey with.
So, when I receive a postcard, I honor it.
Knowing it takes effort, desire to write.
It’s a wish by the writer to touch base.
To send a written message rather than digital.
Yesterday, I received Uri’s.
Saying he thought of Bob and me.
While at an Arab cinema museum.
In Doha, Qatar.
My mind lit up.
Thinking of all the films we watched together.
Both in theaters and on screens at home.
By a crackling fire.
Roger Ebert’s book, reviewing great movies.
Which Uri gave us as a gift.
I suppose they were same moments he thought of.
When he penned the card.
A mysterious psychic bonding
wrought from lines on postcard stock.
A word or two like seeds to birds,
luring memories in a flock.
Lynn Benjamin
December 18, 2023
