Sitting with others

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.