Taking Notice
Love, you are my vibrant shadow.
October sunlight cast through sugar maple leaves
like stained glass, indirectly on the skin,
a momentary brush with 'more than' and 'enough.'
A space that invites me to walk or to pause,
happy either way.
Or you are the steady, restful breath of the ocean,
the surf and the play of seagulls,
a school of dolphins at the horizon,
the scallop shell I hold and smooth between my fingers.
You are the world being the world around me.
You are the shifting reach of a campfire,
the deep green shift of an open window in spring,
the hush of rain just before sleep,
and the impression of color in my memories of the places we've been.
You are my habitat. The habits I inhabit.
The place I never leave, but return to nevertheless
through an act of unburial, intentional or not.
A freeing of the senses to find the long pleasure,
the familiarity of a well-chosen life.
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