we keep chasing after
eternal life as if we need
to cross the finish line
before something (we
don't know what) catches us,
while the life you offer
is found in the silence
sitting on the porch
watching shooting stars,
is tasted in the meal
with friends we have not
seen in decades and yet
the conversation picks up
right where we left it,
is felt in the touch
of the child, the grandparent,
the lover, the neighbor who
instinctively knows how
skin hungry we are.
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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