May you find a way
to plain words
and the direct ways of loving
from which they grow.

No matter where you are,
there is a sunbeam
streaming through the window,
waiting patiently to touch you,
to help you learn from within
your own skin what this
life is.

And if not a sunbeam,
then a raindrop, or a gust
of bracing wind.
And if there is no window,
then there is always your heart,
no matter how strong the bars
you’ve had to build around it.