Day 11

a poem a day in the month of may

Community


I found my third place
at a climbing gym,
the oddest of people
and the oddest of activities,
but home, nonetheless.

My friend found hers
in a desolate bar with
bad beer, but it’s sacred
all the same.

Another found theirs
at a church, at a mosque
or temple, with people
who hold them close
and remind them of love.

And still, someone else finds
community with their quilting club
or their yoga class or maybe
the hiking trail up the road.

You don’t know how it will show up,
community, so be ready, even as you
wait for that moment to be seen
and held and known by others
who are longing for the same. 

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