
never seen from porch
seeking shelter from the rain
egret hunkered down
how many more need refuge
from the storms of our making

pressed against my side
feeling the phone in my sleep
even when removed
so it is with chance friendships
deep marks left in a short time

green light at corner
a well executed turn
exhilaration
gratitude for little things
the treasures of a happy life

waking from a dream
with vague sense of journeying
yet forgetting where
just another displaced soul
calling the universe home

gates are wide open not that they can stop the sun from coming over such are the events of life - ready or not they’re coming