Friends

Friendship...that fragile relationship between two people
that says “I am aware of your existence in this world”

A world that oft times holds phantoms and specters of
past pains and dread of a future that may only offer reruns.

A world that holds people you see...but don’t know
people you know....but are not friends.

Folks who care...but cannot fill that core of loneliness
found within your center.

Being...is such a lonely trip...one we travel with braille touches
cautious probes and stumbling steps.

It really does helps to know that ‘someone’ is out there
aware that you ‘are’ ...and they are friend.

Friendship...I know I’m there when it’s safe enough to get mad.
When we honor and accept each other’s honesty.


May 1974