Here Where I Find Calm
Dear Friends,
in my fourth act,
before my final sunset,
I find myself arriving at
a gentle, lovely thought,
thinking of you, me, us.
I don’t expect nuance from myself,
just once in a while,it pops out
most often in a poem,
frequently inspired by others,
their writing or speaking.
Someone like you.
There is a strong breeze at times,
blows through the hole in me,
formed by my own unmet
dreams and expectations,
not so when I think of you.
As busy as I know you to be,
I’ll only take a minute,
just to tell you to a certainty
that the world I know is
better because you’re in it.
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