Poem 175

A meeting, the moment of recognition that all is about to change, preparing a space for something large to move in, the strange sense of grief that attaches to beginnings …

Beginning

First day on the job
introduced to everyone
I am lonely
stepping into the house that will be my home
I am homesick
traveling towards friends
I am sad

this hollowness I allow myself
as palm to palm
we meet neither leading nor following
choosing to circle
keeping the moment back

look I am empty

hello hello hello

we step in