The answer to what it was
Was what is wasn't.

As you sit down to eat
With vigour and zeal
Good friends at your table
Make the most of the meal.

As you raise a glass
Then toast as you dine
The long evening chatting
Makes the most of your wine.

As at last you head home
It was good friends, well met
If there were still conversations
To which you didn't get.

A dangling thread pulled
Will either cinch up into an awkward knot
Or pull everything apart.
Sometimes the best strategy
Is snipping it off,
And letting it float away
On the wind.

Sit on a chair
Between two people
That you do not know.
On your left,
And on your right,
You will find
Yourself.

Wrap your arms around someone.
When you do it right
You do not avoid losing them,
You instead lose yourself.

Awakened
By a breaking light
That dissolved the inky night
Aside the bed begins a path
That leads
To everywhere in the world
And begins
With one foot
Upon
The
Floor

In fog
the edges soften
for the eyes
but not for the shins.