They keep arriving, defying

the summer heat, the crowding

of ancient thoughts in the mind’s 

sceptical corners, defying

the mood to celebrate

the presence of old 

relationships now, at this

moment’s looking back

at all those things I lost 

in my journey toward

myself, in a mood’s revival

through a slight, healing touch. 

The addresses keep rushing in,

and I wonder if they are necessary

in this body’s mistaken adventures.