visit

hidden behind plexiglass,
a hollow echo ricocheting around those four plastic chairs
is the voice of reason.

emptied pockets limit what lint we can leave behind.
the mind musters and scampers,
farming the thoughts for insightful commentary.

I doubt I had the experience necessary to really tap this well.
unlike my witching,
I can’t find every source of fruitful thirst quenching for this craver.

however:

only briefly did I accumulate doubt and fear,
only momentarily did I hesitate about my attendance,
only fleetingly did I assemble fears in my gut.

love is the universal smile,
the unspoken longing in those eyes,
the opulence of life in another.