There is that moment
when the email inbox empties.
“honoring the trickle” a friend calls it.
More and more often it is like this
Fewer and fewer messages
And I rest easier and easier
with the silence of my aloneness
And the regeneration of my true desire.
Not counting those generous birthday notes,
Remembered in the heart
That I am here
And more than just me is glad for it.
That makes for a world where I live.
My friendly world.