Poem Day: Thankful for friends

Eyes for eyes

Eyes are for eyes
and faces for faces-
the overlap of voices.

If you hadn't been there when I got home
I would have plummeted from the threshold.

All the strange shapes
that make a stranger less strange
the curves and movements you learn.

We began to sing and the song was the same
I wondered at the waves beginning to bear me up.

I love the years of breathing
that keep the Feather afloat-
the long watch of priestly investment.

When the muscles were tender you helped me
thread my arms and fasten the buttons.