streets packed with people
sun warm with the coolness of early spring.
me, feeling vulnerable
especially since I've invited you in.
watching my mind
watching people. . .
too young
too old
too straight
too hip
too busy
too spaced out
too many judgements!
I flee to the relative quiet of the library courtyard
and circle it slowly
once, twice, three times
breathing, calming . . .
then i see a family snuggled in a corner.
mom, dad, new baby - so sweet . . .
i offer my name, and a bowl
they accept.
what is your name? the mom replies,
Mette . . M.E.T.T.E.
ah, like metta, I sigh.
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