Maybe the weight is love?

I feel it
take it in 
every bit

the intensity
is a weight 
like water soaking a sponge to full
and being rung out empty

if every room
contains a bit of every person who enters
soaking up words & feeling
maybe that is what I am 
a room 
a space 
where it all is held
my walls
my tapestries
my body
the barometer in the room

no wonder 
I feel like I am on the outside looking in
is community something for me? 
what part of the story has me in it? 

The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, the weight we carry is love.
— Allen Ginsberg