Why do we gather
around well set tables
laced with bounty
with friends or family
or unknown faces
on cold sidewalks
where no one cares
in spaces with chairs
bringing us near
along wooden boardwalks
with coastal sounds
and no edges to bound
or urban streets
where darkness crowds,
and sounds delight
or build up fright
alike, disparate
we find ourselves
in the beat
or against the tide
with destiny at all our backs
pushing us onward
and onward, to the climax
yes, we gather
on earthen floor
with open sky
one known destiny
pulling us near
as a butterfly
that flutters,
making us stare
no need to despair
just walk beside me
my kindred spirit
just walk beside me
and all will soon,
be known and clear
no need to wait
till it appears
it's here now
with all its cheer
and great, big tears.