There are two poems
I have yet to share
With you and no
I amnot hiding
them from you
I am
Holding them close
Where they belong
Because the words
are uniquely mine
Not remotely yours
Until I pass
them on
slowly
I am
Their steward
Provider and
Breath giver
and You?
You?
Today your presence
was felt at the
donut shop in
the parking lot
You were felt in
the ash falling
from the sky
onto my
windshield
I am