2017.04.26 poem for this eve
my friends keep me sane
they come out of nowhere, when i least expect
with their plans and revisions to reality
they confront me with their version, which of course
makes me question mine, to the point
that just when i am retiring for the day, they pump
my adrenaline with OMG and WOW and IDST,
and i’m teetering on getting a glass of wine…
if the deep zen breathing doesn’t work
my friends keep me sane
there are soooo many hidden innuendoes,
and understood fluctuations of tone
in our messages and tweets, and the spaces
of time in-between,
that, when i take a few seconds,
to comprehend it all, it boils down to
a need to be who we are while meeting our others
in a dance built from these cohesive energies
