in Boulder,  it was called “Unity.”
I was invited once by a girlfriend
and stayed.
we talked a lot about
life and mysticism,
the way currents showed up
for us at the right time
and I wish I had documented more.
like the Gratitude meeting,
I stayed with groups that forced
everyone to share.
they went in a circle.

I sat among them, mostly
men, always mostly men:
young this time.

I once remember sharing
how manipulation used to serve me
and a guy that I had reached
out to about death,
because my brother had just passed.
made eyes at  someone.
I was still waiting for his response.
tuck the errant hair
and look around
stopping at no one in particular.

at the risk of being
labeled calculating, I still
liked being seen. 

“unity”