Spelling
Every time the words disassembled themselves
or even vanished, leaving a blank slate, or sky,
she would be there imagining a page
and reading each letter to me.
This was not the immediate process
of “spell check” on the computer
that does much better
offering related words to ponder
but it had that special tone of her voice
I hear coming from the other side
of this skull where the brain sits
with its history and mystery.
Had she erred,
I would have been quite happy
writing the misspellings,
quirks of one other than me,
and sending them out.