It is only when we have so few friends
that is clear that we have forgotten
how to consolidate new acquantances
that a book that speaks about friendship
becomes a book we don't want to finish,
becuase to read all of the book feels
like reaching the end the friendship.
One such book is 'When The Cranes Fly South',
by Swedish first time author Lise Ridzen,
in which an elderly man's life is slowly dismantled
by time and circumstance, but the writing
about the dismantling is so detailed and tender
that even his fears seem like the old friends
he once relied upon and is loathe to part with.
I still have not finished the book:
I am not sure I want to, like life
I don't know that I want to know
what was on order to come after.
