Fellowship

I miss

the taste 

of the bitter drink

in the cup

and the grain of the 

table’s wood and the

rain water 

misting and falling

until we have to

flee it and the

morning hour

and the eagerness 

in me as I 

wait to gather together 

to see

each of 

you rush in 

from the street

from the houses of

your heart 

but 

here 

we have 

made another kind

of house of gathering 

and every hand 

on the table 

rises and falls 

with kinship

so take a sip

of the 

nectar 

of the gods

and let us rejoice 

because 

finding a 

family of like minds

is the purpose 

of our fellowship.