Last Friday, I met a man who hugged me so deeply,
he somehow transmitted into me a cloud
of wakeful peace,
straight past a layer of cerebral
exhaustion, straight through my body
and into my heart.
I thought he must be quite courageous
to allow these things to flow as
quickly as they arrived.
I recalled in shame how I had in the past
hoarded love, hoarded light, hoarded sweetness
in all its manifestations.
And I no longer needed to clamor for love
in so many places and things
because, this day,
in his infinite salutation,
it all was.