I wonder who is helping who.
Even in this sun-blazed place,
this daily broil,
I need you all,
all of you who are near.
You will not notice
how much I need you.
My sonder will wander
across your gander
without your meandering's glance.
You all, yes, plural, you royal yous.
Do not tell me how to pluralize you.
Unless you know how.
I would
listen.
That is not what we will give to each other
though.
We will be the yeast in the dough,
rising the occasion so that this room
feels real
and full.
A roomfull
of people
is what was prescribed
when I felt denied
the expectations that held my cuffs.
Those cuffs roll off
when we are together like this
not seeing
not hearing
not speaking
orienting our orientations
like a compass that just needs to be surrounded
by magnets.
Roman Ryan 