Thank you for letting me grind
my days into strange, fragmented
shapes who really wish to be fractals.
Maybe they are. Maybe all of them
are as we merge back into our lives
from this space, this Rainbow Road,
this sweet allusion warming us
like the smell of a memory: a voice,
a moment of connection, a synchronized
miracle of understanding, a dumped-out hamper.
I thank you all for having me.
We are why we aren’t alone.