Someone
can be known
by her way with words.
I
scarcely know her
(we’ve met twice briefly).
There is an illness
which comes and goes.
There is a wellness
which is here to stay.
It goes past the body
to the human Body.
There is a book of poems.
It is of a seasoning.
And in its way
it adds a seasoning
to the whole.
I am glad to know her.
On her birthday
I say thankyou
for her words.
I found myself re-reading this several times because of its pleasing circularity.