The Gift

Gifts

The day began
With a gift
Secretly given
So accurate
That I was sure I knew
The giver

Poems
By a favorite writer
Hard bound,
New, and signed
Still in the bookstore bag,
tucked in the mail box between dusk
And cold, early morning
Aimed straight
At a new, bright
Love

In the course of the day
I asked
Working my way
Through the suspects
Queries
Leading nowhere

Other loves swept me
From the search
Music,
 dancers,
friends
So the mystery remained
Unresolved

Finally I recognized
The great gift

In seeking,
I had to walk
among all of the friendships
old, new,
generous and wise
Traveling in a short time
Among the kindness
That has grown around me
While I was
Struggling
And making it all
So complicated