And Sometimes It Feels Like This...

"I want to tell you a gentlest thing

like light to you,

like old faces being fed a good memory

from inside themselves,

like eyes that do not watch

but slowly meet across a room

in which everyone is

and no one need hurry

to what he is sure of.

I want to say

before we run out of rooms and everyone

that

I am slowest, surest,

gentlest too

across whatever room

I look at you."

-John Ciardi