BUNDLES OF STARLIGHT
This being human
feels sometimes
like screaming
across a great canyon
trying to be heard
even though
you’re right here
next to me
like there’s this
plexiglass wall
between us
and we, angry and blaming,
pound our fists
demanding the other
break the glass
and listen
each secretly terrified
of our inescapable
aloneness
Here in this wilderness
of everyone else
we brush casually past
one another
as if we weren’t all miracles
as if we aren’t all mystified
at being here
as if we don’t all need each other
to hold onto
to say “You’re okay”
to say “Let’s do this”
to walk on together
Sometimes it’s better
to just stop talking
and simply look
at the ones you need to love
be quiet
practice seeing
who they are
in the naked now
I’ll tell you a secret:
We are all magnificent
all like bundles of starlight
out walking around
all trying
to stop trying
to be something else