for Alastair
What’s the world
if it isn’t broken?
So far, so to speak,
you’ve remained
intact. Whoever
you are, wherever
you’re headed, this
poem is speaking
to you. Take it
as an amulet—
it isn’t advice.
What can I say?
There’s no such
thing as a stranger.
The poem proves it.
Most poems do.
A poem moves
from one line,
one breath, one
fuck up to the next.
Life itself is poetry.
The triumph
is that we’re here at all—
that we continue. You continue.
Listen as the lines fall,
and know the meaning
is in how you receive them.