Connected

A poem

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I’d like to think
the whole world
moves toward me
at least once
each day —

and when I’m lifted,
when I remember
life is no objective,
when breezes settle
on the nape of my neck,

I want to believe
it is people
I will never know
intending for me
a life of peace,
nudging me
to be awake.

Maybe we are
that connected.