Love the Weak Too

We are all ever so

in becoming ourselves,

visibly haunted and like the future

sometimes blurry;

Yet we have everything

and have grown together,

discovered treasures and gentle transformations,

become happy ever-so-often,

and as people begin to arrive

a few think it is a vision;

They are confidently assured in their awareness

but deep down love a good surprise

knowing every day the future forwardly shapes the past.

Yet no one monster minds, no one panics or protest-picnics.

People begin to arrive…