 You gave me room rather than a wise word or a quick fix you gave discomfort a place in the warm breeze we hung garments of grief alongside faded white stained underwear and the colors of celebration all of it dangling in plain view embarrassed in uncomfortable I wanted to bring it in but you reassured me and in your gaze I saw Tibetan prayer flags and I caught a waft to fully alive and bravely human and I was hooked