Oh, A Friend

I didn’t see you there,

weaved behind

the thorny branches.

Their summer leaves,

green raisins 

awaiting autumn alteration.

Wonderstruck, 

I gaze in admiration 

at the brilliance 

in the sky,

enchanting

since the age of 5.

A potted plant.

Feet buried in the soil,

a fusion of life’s

chance-medley.

Preach it

to the choir.

And as I seek the sun,

I’m still grounded by the moon.

An unremitting prescription

to bring me back

home

to you.