By Sandra Kolankiewicz
People are generous except when they
aren’t, so much to either share or envy,
little indifference in between. Thank
you for handing me half your cinnamon
bun and part of the napkin that came with it,
for the moment is expanding still, the
goodness of spontaneous openness,
the urge to be in the space that exists
beside you and another instead of
just in the place where you usually live,
the giving without hesitation or
fear of losing something that is precious
to you, warm and sweet, spread with icing.
Copyright Kolankiewicz 2018