We went to a meeting –
My friend was celebrating a milestone
That I would never think of reaching.
The usual set-up,
Readings, speech, sharing,
Then that guy came over to me.
I remember he was quite tall,
Yet his name escapes me,
He owed me nothing
Yet he came across the room
And he asked me things I wouldn’t
Have the care to ask others,
For I am not the one
To stick out of the crowd.
He gave me the coin which was no medallion
To celebrate my humble one year
That I’ve recently reached
And yet it was that and even more
Simply because it came out of good heart,
That’s when I knew
That sticking with these people
Would be the best thing
I could have done
And I should keep it that way,
For it will set me free from all that binds me,
Scares and angers my mind,
Tortures me spirit,
Making me perpetually poison my body.
This welcoming gesture was not an object to keep
But a gift of an open door
I have walked through
And kept on walking.
the image is mine. looking good.