Sitting with others
who are all writing
is like Satsang.
I get all soft
when I see children writing,
lips moving,
eyes wandering,
and searching for words.
But much is lost
in life.
The little writers
will grow up
(some won\'t, of course)
and find jobs
and move to Omaha.
But there will have been
this word
and this thought.
And the universe
will remember.