Posted on October 17. 2025 by Jenn Zatopek

EDGES 

Old friend, I know you do not forget me.
Stealing glances the first night of autumn, 

you found me across the shining screen.
Were you thinking of our first meeting 

last summer in the mountains? Sometimes
there’s a coldness, freezing in the depths, 

but warmth returns to this heart
when I recall the smiles, the looks of kindness, 

the wave of a new Zen friend
who spoke in one wordless gesture–

You matter.

Image / Foothills at Mountain Cloud Zen Center, Santa Fe, New Mexico