Whatever we might think
we're not alone
there's always someone at our side
an unseen friend
perhaps an angel
or the one that Socrates
referred to as his daimon
spirit guide
whose presence
makes it possible to do
the work we're here to do

Rumi caught it with his story
of the basket weaver
who mistaken for a thief
his hand cut off
went on weaving baskets
and if someone watched
they'd swear an unseen hand
worked alongside
two hands together dancing
in perfect tandem
a magic tale? only for those of us
still new or unaccustomed to the work