Today again
this longing
to pour joy
into your glass.
I can see you
are so thirsty.
The pitcher
never runs dry,
but sometimes,
distracted,
we forget to drink,
forget to pour
for ourselves
and for each other.
Here.
Though perhaps
we are strangers,
let me fill
your glass,
as others have
filled mine.
There is someone
who desperately
hopes you
will take a sip,
someone who needs
you to pour joy
into their empty cup.
Don’t worry
that it’s too late.
We all forget
how it works.
And then it arrives
again, the invitation
to pour and pour,
and pour, only to find
the pitcher still
miraculously full,
again this chance
to know what
it feels like to share
this bottomless joy.