These passing faces speak to me of kindness and social mores
They seem so competent; I am less than.
I get by through a progression of chewing on inconsquences
And then, in one of these conversations, a story opens
And the space between us vanishes
This pearl diving through swamps – concerts, meetings, work situations, storytellings –
Yields so much comfort.
The minerals of life ebb and merge through, finally.