kindred

i watch the news
and wonder, why?
i do not see my life
reflected there.
i walk the streets,
so crowded i must
dart and weave
through thronging masses
and i feel annoyed
and peevish
and feel my failings.


i should care for all of them.
i should care for all the world.
and in a vague, amorphous way
it's true.
doggedly and dutifully
exhausted and exhaustively
i do.


and then there's you.


from the first smile
i knew
a kindred spirit found
a whimsy shared
an analogous point of view
and when the world
wears me down
when the pap and pablum
weary me so
that i do not know
how to even start the day...

you text me just to say, "hey"
and i find that it's okay.
in my automatic smile
it's true.
in a reverie of cardigans and kisses
i find my faith in the world renewed.
i do.