(dear unknown friend)

there is a vast reservoir of love

aching to unfurl itself

in quiet beauty, in snarling gibberish

it is there, inside youβ€”in that holiest place

just waiting to be nudged

you have made stillness your ally

and wincing not your foe

but scouring in the offal

may have left marks.

I offer here some rubbing

your journey and my journey

are not such distant things

perhaps we could walk together for a bit

and make light of the load we carry