Friendship

We have companions

So that on the trail of life,

Those creatures in the bushes,

The unseen rustlings,

Become less likely Sasquatch or

Lurking psychopaths; less threatening 

Of failure, powerlessness or evidence of

Our loneliness

And more like what they actually are:

Not an excuse to divert our path

But a reason to look closer

At what it is that scares us –

(A surrender to everything being

Out of our control) – or

Just birds squirreling around for bugs

In the dead leaves and cracking twigs.

We have companions

So we can turn over our absurdities

To a sympathetic, accepting other

Together, making relief or laughter

Out of them.