Volunteers,poets,musicians,artists-
the glue that holds all communities together
like invisible Akashic Records libraruans,we record
the counting of dewdrops in deserts/spark lightning skies
slashed by storms .Floods that carry pasts away
Drought hearts in emotional barrenness.Seasonal,we gather
to share each daily story.Our lives embedded in every line
Her feet,his back,her hip replacement.Her husband's operation,his humor-
each night a chat and chew to affirm that which links us
to each other and ourselves.This is a little mirror for you to hold
It catches sunlight by day ,moon via night.Sometimes stars and satellites.
Light that enters becomes lines of songs /poems,pilgrimages,journeys,sojourns
When you leave here,you carry others' lives with you
They ride on your back/in your mind and heart
Hitch hikers of happiness.Hold them close.They are all that unites us tonight
They cannot divide us.We are indivisible.Atoms in sway
Structures of our uni/verse .Angels dancing on Damoclean swordplay
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