~for David Brynn
Focus on our pockets, you said,
and you didn’t mean
trouser pockets stuffed
with wallets, plastic and loose change.
You meant the ones that hold other things:
pebbles and prayer beads,
acorns, pumpkin seeds,
a useful knife, a fountain pen.
Music and fires and feasts.
This coffee shop, that bookstore,
that slope of forest,
these people who remember
to light candles in the dark.