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in a tender place
when tears flow freely
I am not at all comfortable
unable to hide from myself
holding tight
as the moon’s mysterious currents
pull me under
wash over me
why am I so easily moved –
by longing
by joy
by sorrow and grief?
why is kindness my undoing?
why does the beauty of love expressed stir me?
why is it so profoundly touching to witness mutual affection in others?
no need to chase answers
that still appear true in the morning
finding myself
in a tender place
