Writers Jam

Of course I know him.
One of my favorite poets even if he can't find the words for it.
He knows how much those little things count.
He finds joy in the lil threads of the day
A lover of felines, he cherished the warm weight on his lap.
He spends evenings with them naming nothing feeling everything.
Some would despair at a closed door but he pries open doors he used to keep shut.
Says hey to new faces, even if it's difficult.
He is learning that meaning lives in meetings
the short conversations that bloom into nights of listening
the silly jokes that undo something inside
You'll see him finding himself again little by little.
a little more of who he was, a little more of who he is becoming.