We Start Out As Little Bits Of

Before You Know Kindness As The Deepest Thing Inside, You Must Know Sorrow As The Other Deepest Thing.

I Have Always Loved The Gaps, The Spaces Between Things, As Much As The Things. I Love Staring, Pondering, Mulling, Puttering. I Love The Times When Someone Or Something Is Late-there's That Rich Possibility Of Noticing More, In The Meantimepoetry Calls Us To Pause. There Is So Much We Overlook, While The Abundance Around Us Continues To Shimmer, On Its Own.

You Know, Those Of Us Who Leave Our Homes In The Morning And Expect To Find Them There When We Go Back - It's Hard For Us To Understand What The Experience Of A Refugee Might Be Like.

Let Me Peer Out At The World Through Your Lens. (maybe I'll Shudder, Or Gasp, Or Tilt My Head In A Question.) Let Me See How Your Blue Is My Turquoise And My Orange Is Your Gold. Suddenly Binary Stars, We Have Startling Gravity. Let's Compare Scintillation - Let's Share Starlight.

The Person You Have Known A Long Tme Is Embedded In You Like A Jewel. The Person You Have Just Met Casts Out A Few Glistening Beams & You Are Fascinated To See More Of Them. How Many More Are There? With Someone You've Barely Met The Curiosity Is Intoxicating.