310. holding court
this is how I do it,
I gather my spirits like this:
standing tall, relaxed,
I shake my hands free
of the morsels
of yesterdays
let my arms
fall loose at my side
fingers drawn in gently and up
beckoning the threads
fluttering, come, come,
summoning, invoking, inferring,
I gather them into the fold
like shoals of little silver fish
awaiting my crumbs of attention
and there they are.