Nourishment

When low-spirited calls infuse the environment,

I get into conference mode with my Maker.

Whichever way the conversation moves, I am

left feeling benign and buoyant.

As ache commutes into an art form or thereabouts,

it stirs the foundations of fulfillment. The brave

first steps help some of the cobwebs of the past

dissipate. Slowly, the rest, too, transmutes.

We must normalize books as the order of the day.

Let it be the only gift we exchange. Otherwise

vacuousness will continue to plague our social 

embrace and solitary bouts.