Kindness is 
little else
than the 
threads of
one’s life 
woven tightly 
together to 
create a 
blanket in
which to 
warm the 
coldest hands
and hearts

We all do 
most of us
who have turned 
to other things 
to buffer pain 
or escape from 
eventually arrive at 
the same intersection
oh you’ll recognize 
any of us 
by our crutches 
and the limp
in our gait
from the many
miles we’ve walked 
to get there 

Pins and needles 
and broken eggshells 
a room full 
of rocking chairs 
and animal tails 
creepy crawly things 
and flashlights breaking 
through dense woods 
oh such things 
make even I
dance like bears
in a circus 

The most 
valuable yet
tortuous lesson 
I’ve learned 
is humility 
mine came 
by way
of bugs 
how tiny 
I must 
be to 
have been 
bested by
some bugs

When all
else doesn’t 
I default
to you
not by
fault but
by familiar 
so similar 
we were
being two 
little peas
that to
remember not 
would be 
to forget