Thinks, had not I, wholly,

perhaps an appreciation,

of appreciation.

Until your entry,

blew in through

my particular portal

and lens,

to this changing, changed,

family of realms.

You gifted that,

from the first instance

of celebration,

to me,

to the world.

Beauty, grace, more.

Come what May.

May my story run true

to it's homing.

Something deep, arises.

SoundCloud recital