Poetry Month – April 25

The pandemic is over. Sheltering in place is done. We are gathering again. In great festive groups. While I love being amongst people I love again, I grew to love the simplest ways of being together.


Here now
Be with me
All you have to do is breathe
Yawn if you want
Laugh, giggle, snort
Any expurgation of breath is welcome
Even a sob
No party clothes needed
No special event
No hoopla
No clothes even
Imagine a small eddy of clear water
Or tide pool on a summer evening
Warm light everywhere
That’s what it will feel like
Just you
Come rest