Our lives are full of unexpected surges of kindness that seem to come from nowhere.
—Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening
Under the plum tree
I sit with a stranger
and sing for an hour
the old songs—
we take turns
with the melody
and the harmony
and for this time
the heart forgets
the word loneliness
and the plums fall
red and heavy
into our un-expecting hands.