It’s been a revelation
Writing these pieces
How often I have been in love —
Or thought I was —
How many friends
Have touched my life
I stand here tonight,
By this grill —
By happenstance, I am
The only one at home —
And I realize that
For years
I painted a portrait of myself
At variance
With the actual life
I’ve led
I’ve hardly been a loner
And I’ve experienced enough
For several lifetimes —
Much of it
Good
The steak’s almost ready
And so, I think
Am I