Brian Callahan Memory

The Poem Floating on the Ocean

It was one of those bright, fall afternoons on the Sonoma County coast of northern California.

Brian and I were talking again on the stone steps of the Little Boy’s Bunk House. He was standing a step above me (as usual) but behind me—on the other side of the pasture-- the deep blue Pacific Ocean.

Brian remarked casually: “Look, Tom. There’s a poem floating on the ocean.”

I turned—and really saw the stunning seascape spread out before me.

After a few moments, when I turned back to thank him for the “poem”, he had disappeared.

A month later, flying his hang-glider, he disappeared again.

Brian Callahan: “Gone but not Forgotten”.

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