A slow dawn, an almost imperceptible warming
only a degree or two all day.

It takes some time, but I find my balance
between looking inward
and reaching outward, to others
I’m more comfortable inside myself – it’s familiar:
I know my pains, how to avoid them (usually) or wallow in them.
Outside I never know what I will find, but almost always I want to find more.

A perfect conversation
not forced
starts on the most mundane, trivial excuse for talking.
Like an undertow it takes you out into deep water.
I don’t know where the bottom is
almost lose sight of the beach
only see it when a wave lifts me up
ride it all the way in.