Walking into this night I’ve had a good day.
A day of both enjoyment, and accomplishing something of purpose.
Walking into this night I bring myself.
Walking into this night I hope others will bring more than their self.
Why? Because. Because, my self brings a neediness that places me first before others. Will anyone place me before their self?
My self brings a focus on me that forgets the concern of others.
Who will show concern for me?
My self brings something that wants to take, not give.
Will anyone move outside of self to give?
During tonight I saw something, or at least sensed it. Was it like the rain – on the horizon with only a chance of arriving? Or scattered showers never coming altogether?
What I sensed was me and you but somehow it became us. I walked into this night but somewhere between the light of the trees and the softness of the sand I and self began to get lost. Or was it the sand and was it the trees? Because I remember that you, that we, were there too.
