the audience

At a bookstore
A dear friend
invited me to read
poetry with her.
I responded with passion.
She started the session.
I ended it. This was not
planned. It was by accident. 
at the end of the sharing
Aliveness wafted through the room.
Some people were on fire
and accumulated fear and worry
was beginning to burn.
I also felt something
very profound.
Even though I was speaking,
I was the audience too,