Midnight Gifts...

Sometimes you look for words, friends lost long ago it seems, everyday, they feel to slip further away. You grasp tenuously for meaning and a sense of self understanding. Lost, you continue on. Tonight, after a meaningless shift, and the fulfilling of promises kept, rewarded by cheap wine and the best of company, everything for a moment becomes clear. You are not adrift, so much as learning a new way. It doesn't matter that your direction is obvious, so much as it is open. You and they are new, your course, and theirs, is of the ones keeping. You love what you love, and you hold onto what is dear. To each of you, I say this; look around. What was so yesterday, belongs there. For tonight is anew. I wish you well, littles. A bowl full of stolen coral, and a capricious cat are my immediate. Also, I think of my laughing friend, a few thousand miles away. I am coming, Nurk. Prepare yourself.