In the corridors of your presence
I find four heavy doors
Behind the first
If I want to make thoughts real
Can form the words
And can synchronize the throat
I do
Behind the second…
To those who keep me afloat over waves
Who hold me close under caring watchful eyes
Who anchor my feet to soil
When all I want is to flee
But all I need is calm love
You keep my earth turning
You keep my sun rising
You keep my moon glowing
Even in the darkest pitches of nights
So here’s to you, you wonderful ones
May I grow to be even half as good
As you deserve from me
December 29–30, 2024
Sun warming maples
Reaching across an ocean
Friend’s calm hand steadies
Sun blends into moon
Friend’s love a shiny pebble
Held close and treasured
(About supportive comfort from a distant friend. For M.)
September 28, 2024