Dear Friends

an ode to those who make me

Photo by Joanna Kosinska on Unsplash

as I sit devouring
pistachios
at two hours past
I can’t help
but thank those
who bring

the vast
the warm
the here
the listening
that pulsating
thing you call
the center
the pump
the throb

all those felt
the senses
the pens
the awkward laugh
the sob

and then
that feeling of being
ok with it all
with my self
my god

by god
this strength of light
will fade
and come again

like breath
and hum
and hue
and beat
as out
comes rushing in