clcouch123
I prefer Christopher in conversation. In writing, I use C L Couch because it’s a genderless form of my name and, frankly, easier—I have severe writer’s cramp. I mean to be a poet writing spiritual and occasional verse. The photographs used permanently here—for the banner, for my profile—were taken by Debra Danielson, a photographer and friend. You may enjoy more of her work at debra.danielson.org. If you would credit me when quoting my work, I'd be thankful. As I am thankful for your presence here.
clcouch123 
November 29, 2025 at 8:33 am
Thank you for sharing such a warm piece. There is something gentle in the way you invite readers to feel calm through a presence that speaks softly yet stays close. It flows like the comfort of late-afternoon light, creating a safe space for weary hearts. Your poem feels like a sincere, attentive companion.
It’s fascinating how the silence you describe is not an absence, but a place where someone can recover without needing to explain anything. Many forget that such quiet presence is a form of unseen care. In a world that moves too fast, this kind of gentle companionship becomes an invaluable gift.
There’s a subtle message that faithful presence works like evening light: never loud, yet always warm to those who notice it. Your poem honors that beautifully. May every good intention woven into your lines truly reach the hearts of those who read it.