The Familiar

My best friends are found in the familiar.

Sometimes I forget them,

But suddenly it’s 5pm and the golden sunlight finds its way through the window perfectly

And settles on a bowl of washed peaches.

The air is both crisp and warm

The clear blue sky bounces the echoes of the chirping birds.

I remember myselves in this moment

When I was 6, 12, 17, 23.

The best of friends need no invitation

They welcome themselves in the room the same as me

They can understand this moment the same as me

We’ve been here before and we are still here

We share this universal checkpoint

Overflowing this familiar feeling

I know that those I consider friends may become enemies tomorrow

But today I will enjoy the comfort of their company