All My Friends

 

All my friends have taught me something,

maybe I’ve taught them something as well

as if life has reason

beyond what I think.

 

Pulling the curtain from here and now

I see gossamer threads

that patch together

into a rich landscape

 

with a circularity that never

wants for expression

and screams if I listen

that all is related

nothing is random

 

as if everything I do

means the world

and comes back to me

just like I come back to it.