Do you know that?
I'm gathering tokens.
Tangible bits of distant friendship.
There are people who are the kind of strong we wish we could be ourselves.
There are those who move us, who make us laugh.
And inspire us.
And cheer us on.
Others have ears and hearts the size of oceans.
Safe waters where we can wade in and fear no riptide.
Havens of endless sunlight.
They give us a bird's eye view of this life when we zero in on our own petty issues.
Many of those who have been such things for me
are ones I've never seen face to face.
It's a thrill and somewhat surreal to receive parcels
in the mail from these ghost friends.
To touch something they've touched.
To hold something they've held.
Kelly sent a few stones my way.
And though I don't usually tend to make myself things,
I see a setting wrapped around this river rock.
A future home for it on my finger.
And another finding a home on hers.
It's like peace and perspective found me.
A bit of Umber along for the ride.
* * *
And now there is thick leather strapped to my wrist.
Like a firm grasp, a helping hand, from a supportive friend.
Souvenirs of those whom I feel have a real space for me.
Who fill a space in me.
. . . and make me smile.