I've learned the art of losing--
lost socks, jobs, houses,
a fine dog, two old cats,
causes that feel personal--
glaciers, forests, coastlines, species.

I lost my friend Michael
and most of a previous generation--
not misplaced--dead.

Cling tight to the familiar
and life gets crowded, so
I make room for friends
who know me at distance.
Each generation has its day
and gives way.