I waited for the signal
of birds professing that the day ahead
was waking from her slumber.
There’s a peace in the dawn
that guides us all; an opportunity
for the heart to lead
before we’re all supposed to rely
on the ritual of speech
and I open the gate to greet my selves there.
It’s early enough in the morning
we aren’t required to play whole,
chasing the shadows that unfold
as the sunrise serenades us with its daily composition
but always different shades
of purples and pinks and greens.
They change with my heartbeat,
wind caressing my skin
in time with the gentle blues.
Nature; the lover I’ve been missing,
the world that lays itself out for you.
Compersion; the idea
that when all else falls away,
joy is what remains.
I’m leaning in to the Fear,
for I know where these tears have been,
how I could be the touch they needed
temporarily, but always just enough
to light their way imperfectly
as they settle in the nape of your neck,
the place I left to arrive again
for deep time never stops
calling out our names.
Letting out the deepest sigh,
your left arm buries underneath mine
in gentle slumber.
I lie in wonder of this stripped back self,
the qualities that are left
when this moment is enough.
The hardest lessons lie on the other side
of the simplest graces;
half drunk coffee shaded by morning faces,
the made bed erasing the outline
of our shapes in it.
Life interrupted by the presence of another
grazing the nape of my neck,
skin a confusion of perfect sense
because I believe the universe is foolproof
and my learning is in the leaving of everything
but your borrowed toothbrush.
The seats we sat on,
mine precariously, cross-legged but not comfortably,
balancing the weight of something both new and nostalgic,
the way you took off your denim jacket,
the way you fidget with your wristbands out of habit.
The cups we drank from,
yours plastic, mine ceramic.
I think they sensed the flush from our skin
when the ice in yours melted,
no attention paid to how they tasted.
We all knew, me and you didn’t show up for the coffee.
The ground we walked on,
mindless pacing yet purposeful.
Were our steps in time,
following the trail of crumbs through our past lives?
I’ll mark each stop with a cross,
treasuring the map that sends us round and round in buried circles.
Know this is all love.
One by one, stars watch as we
fall into moments.