there is no gap between me and the world
what befalls the world befalls me
that’s how it is
I have been called a sensitive
an idealist
we are more connected than we realize
more at home that anyone realizes
for me to sense it for you to deny it
this too we are willing to walk by being here
a mark for others to follow
a bleat like sheep’s call when we die we can say I have lived here
made big mistakes
seen kindnesses that wrenched my soul
shed tears that broke my heart
I have been alive