A poem by a friend - humbled.

Jessie ray,

That is to say a name.

It is a chosen mark,

A tattoo of sunshine permanent,

A rise imprinted on the body we see,

But also a sign of sun  beneath.

Ray you project grapples of your own brand,

These violently pierce selected targets unexpected,

Then wind them in to form a web of people.

Beautiful people wound together,

From which there is no escape.

A ray reaches outward from the origin,

A tether to the source,

And a path by which a return is possible.

A ray is at both the center and distant limits,

Grounded and yet clasping at the sky.

So be what you are ray,

Be the day and the night,

Be the plus and the minus,

For that’s where electricity is born.

But more so, be ray right now,

Because now is what we have, ray.