These are my people,
writers, artists, gamers, my kids, teachers and techies, helpers and Friends,
these are my people.
Though I don't see them often, and I see some every day,
we all hide in our scripts and our play.
I seek them in secluded places or find them safe at home,
the coffee shops, the bookstores,
the digital world we roam.
Hidden within the ones and zeros,
Tech worlds of unending creation,
or bound by leather, a forgotten play or poem sensation.
Like the novels, I submerge my world-weary mind
These are my family, these are my people,
The best of humankind.