perhaps they needn't be accidents,
these scenes where we build
upon observations and affections
to share and grow in the sharing
of each other. they can be
large rituals, small roasts,
winks and asides, introductions,
preparations: "this
is something I love of them
if you see it too I'd love to share."
yes, there must be
care and conversation around
consent and privacy, on letting
those seen
shed the skin of self
both in and out of sight;
such is the nature of care
in this potluck feast of life.