7.27.23

the poetry found me, early on,
and sometimes later,
in the hands and faces of people I loved.
the poetry, always taking me from here to there.
it's true that love is arbritrary,
it never has a reason to appear, 
and when it does,
no one needs an explanation.

once, i was there.
now, i am here.
nothing is more ordinary.

it's true every where is holy with the right people.

i'm touching the heart of life, meaning,
i am sharing a meal with you.