If there’d be a moment
however short in the world

when everyone loved somebody
in a tiny moment of embrace and
breathed together inward for a second, were
in the oneness of being,
forgetting who they are, being lovely, feeling like a kiss,

the moment could be the world
like the joy of a long lost sibling who is forgiven and
can come home to the family feast where
every member can taste at last
the deliciousness of belonging

if anyone could ever be quiet.

— Douglas Gilbert