I, a stranger never to be seen, a million miles from the scene, smile and weep, loving the shallow for its deep, finding amazement in the complexity that only humans have the capacity to commit, all of us captains of the capital we store, in the small hallmarks of every day living, and in an overdue, catchup e-transmission, a well wish comes true
a poem born, a kindness to myself, the best gift of and to, those who are both, well, friends and strangers