My soul

must have signed a contract

to travel this Earth,

these beautiful and sometimes barren landscapes,

much like a bundle

of tumbleweed would.

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And you might not know

but I hope you do,

you have been holding me

as if I were a kite,

as if I were a delight,

even when I felt I didn’t deserve it.

Your love and friendship unspooling me

and letting me go higher,

to see further;

you reeling me in closer

when I have seen too much

that hurts to see and feel alone.

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My god, my friends,

readers, witnesses, fellow travelers,

I feel your presence in my life,

as strong and equal as the wind

on my unsettled days,

your care and shelter and heart that

allow my tumbleweed soul to rest.

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You kite runners carrying me,

you windbreaks warmly receiving me

in whatever form I come,

my god, my friends, how I thank you for this rest.