Make Friends
Make friends with what’s inside you,
with what surrounds
and confounds you.
The delight with this salacious
orange and the way
its sweetness nectars
down your tingling chin.
This savoring of friendships, old,
new and in-between, rich conversation
meandering blossoming
something
new on a coffeehouse
deck.
That longing for
first hand
knowledge of what
some call the divine,
others the
inexplicable-mysterious-
terrible-beautiful-bewildering- mundane.
Those huge wind turbines
peppered along a
desert highway,
rotating behemoths in
nowhere’s
middle, gathering boatloads
of air while
scraping endless sky
to create a humbler
energy,
kinder, less
disruptive to the planet.
The younger elements
within you,
often exploring and
exuberant,
sometimes wobbly,
unsure
if they’re up to the
task at hand.
These angers, those
sorrows,
happy surprises,
celebrations,
let-downs and
losses, jumping
off roofs, tossing
snowballs
at cars and running
for dear life,
all kinds of
mischief
with pals. This
smiling inside
where a hidden
cellist
plucks his beautiful
strings
and music surely is king.
Dreaming, the kind
that happens
in night's
half-buried huddle
and usually
dissolves
like smoke upon
waking,
leaving you muddled,
gulping your coffee.
Yes. Make friends
with it all.
