Preaching to the Choir

{day 26}

sang with my friend
in front of old ladies and men
they closed their eyes
they smiled
they tried to mouth the words as we sang them
when it was a sad song, they nodded their heads

sunken into chairs 

room enough in their small, aged laps

to nestle layers of

grief, loss, pain, love, joy, wonder
and a blanket, too.

there wasn't a thing i sang that they didn't know -

the best audience ever.