This is an older poem of mine, written in about 1991. It has echoed more than once in my life since then.
I had a friend in high school who
could make me teary-eyed.
That was a wondrous thing.
A new friend who does the same
opens abysses forgotten,
But yawning entirely pleasantly
beneath my newly-washed feet.
Standing nowhere, but standing anyway,
Breathing air that’s thick without conditions;
it fills my lungs so freshly,
Reminding me of infinity and of grace.
Where have you been,
That you know me so warmly?