I must be a poet, because I write poems

You
Can’t find what
You
Are looking for.
All you can do is
Remember
To set a place at the
Table
Of your life.
And if those tender embers,
Those tiny sparks,
Appear,
Nourish them with kindness
And patience.

And it won’t be what you were
Looking for.
Not at all.
But you will know it
As an old, old friend.

There is warmth.
Even here, even now.