prompted by a Rockwell-like painting of three women at a kitchen table, a mother, a daughter, the daughter’s best friend, happy in the moment, the connection, but Life has a way of changing Art, like the message I received at dinnertime, my wife and I at our table with the dogs nearby, also Rockwell-ish, an anguished note from a long-time friend in Australia that his husband, also my long-distance friend, both of them brothers together with me on this Path, is dying, in palliative care, the day after their sixth wedding anniversary, a long time legally coming after eighteen years as a devoted couple, so instead this is a poem to celebrate the virtual times we’ve spent together, from our places at kitchen tables half a world apart, to offer Peace and Love to all whose lives we collectively touched, and hope we’ll meet again on the next Path.