Member Rara Avis
I thank you for your hospitality
among these jagged days.
You were too sweet, swaddling arms
around my relapsed form.
Your body heat was like a blanket.
You kept the winter out.
You made sure the water was full,
a kettle on the coals.
All I can offer you in thanks
is that I know your face.
The light is sharp when details blur,
another walk away.
But your eyes, their colored light,
orient my stumbling ways.
You keep the bandages warm and tight
against these jagged days.
If I ever lose my way,
if I slip and fall behind,
if I never know our place
I will always call you kind.
I know that is a useless comfort,
as words disintegrate.
But I will thank you once more
for holding to me these jagged days.