My friends rallied to me.
I am better
than I was a week ago.
My friend whose kids grew up with mine
came to find me a week ago.
He tried to take me back to the mountains
with him.
We stood, instead, in a very public place where he found me
and he held on to me until I was cried out
for that day.
I have had some crying jags since then
but none like that one.
So, there was a catharsis.
I still have this soul-sized hole
where a baby ought to live
but in a week
friends from north and south
and east and west
have tramped through
the sands of time
to rally to me.
Perhaps this is a place in time and space
where things can get better.
I will let you know.
