Wow! The moment you walked in the room
I was blown away.
Your aura, your glow
is like something out of a painting.
You glide through the room.
Everyone you touch, hug,
talk to, interact with…
it’s like they were grey and now they’re
A Dolly Levi,
we’re so glad you’re back home.
Don’t ever go away again.
You see me. You smile.
You are so intimately huggable.
You tell me of your adventures.
Rock climbing, sword fighting
Fancy dinners with heads of state.
I struggle to keep my jaw from dropping.
You are like something out of a fairy tale.
You ask me how my day was.
Suddenly, I’m without words.
I’m sure I did something,
but I’m unclear as to what.
I am entranced by you.
I want to turn the tables around again.
I suddenly don’t care about what I had for breakfast
or where I went or what I did.
I just want to hear more about you.
But you care.
You look at me directly.
Your eyes never waver.
You are connecting.
Thank you God.
In this world of disconnect, I am thankful for you,
you who seemed born outside of this time and age.
I tell you about my day, my silly little interests
You smile and you listen
until my story is done.
Then you talk to me about your dress,
how you made it.
How you bought those earrings
in that bazaar in Morrocco
And the shoes were made
by a lovely old woman
whose husband took you on a tour
of the Chow Phry river
and how you studied Muay Thai there
and how you drank tea in China
and boba in Japan.
I tell you I am jealous
and you laugh.
“Just be you,” you say.
We hug again and you head off
to talk to others.
You are the eternal giver.
Later we will meet for wine
and fireside chats,
you will tell other stories
worries and concerns,
of your ailing mother
and your brother who has gone away.
I will see the side of you
I rarely get to see,
the honest side behind the superstar.
You will tell of your search for hope and meaning
and how you travel around the world,
always looking for it.
In some ways, that is my favorite part of you.
Not because it hurts, but because it is true.
You will apologize for rambling on,
but my friend you are never rambling.
These are the important things,
the hidden gems.
You tear up for an instant.
Only a moment.
You are strong.
You brush the tear away.
The words run away.
We sit there in the quiet.
I squeeze your knee.
We take a walk by the pier.
We find a bench.
You rest your head on my shoulder.
We watch the river pass by.
Later on, we’re over at your place.
So you can slip into your favorite
We watch old Marx brothers movies,
followed by a documentary
on the best places to drink coffee.
Finally, you fall asleep.
I kiss your forehead,
make sure the blanket is tight,
will keep you warm through the night.
Then I step out,
into the street lights.
The stars are up ahead.
I click my heels.
It’s moments like that
and people like you,
that make life worth living.
Even if tomorrow were to never come
I am thankful for today,
for you, for everything
You are a hummingbird,
always extracting the sweet nectar of life
from the world.