Held

Right there In the arms of a stranger Whose name I never got, Who never asked mine. Right there Where I melted into her Soft, thick, truly fabulous, Mustard-yellow coat. Right there As her tree-bark brown cheek Pressed against mine of Dirty sheep-wool white. Right there Where the saltiness from two Matching sets of tears Mingle in baptism. Right there In that way that our voices Cracked like old vinyl records In whispered conversation. Right there As we wept in grief together For a person we both loved, Loving each other hard. Right there When she said "She was our world." And I rattled my reply, "Ours too. Ours too." Right there I know I was embraced by And stood in the presence Of God Herself.

Right there.