As two of us clasp our hands together,
curvetting around the room’s candid warmth,
the night begins to give another meaning to the word family–
not bound by blood, yet we’re here again, with each other, by choice.
Around the table we watch
our smiles becoming wide,
our glasses growing empty,
as the chatter presents itself never ending.
To celebrate with you, my friends, is to live
with a great purpose in mind — to forget my worries
by remembering the dovetail tone of our ten different laughters;
our ten different families, and here we are as one.
Whatever we may celebrate,
it feels as if we’re only here to honor each other.
Whatever has been hurting, it hurts no longer
when I look around this room
full of people who recognize the best in each other.
As the night falls, my cue to leave remains unclear–
where is my road to home, if I’m not already here?
UF PRISM 