it’s not so easy to give
harder to receive;
except when it’s not
except when it is
as easy as tea
with an old friend in the morning
my only true offering
i take many forms
and i don’t know yours
for today, love looks like
looking away
removing our every cloth & face
leaning back to back & breathing
together home & trusting
whole-sharing for a season
that can ask much of our heart
shy as song birds
quieted by the elements
turning away towards
so all of these motes on provision
can lift from each other
for the gift we give
each other
i don’t know
this place
i cannot know
you but
i am glad
to be here
with you so
thank you
the surprise
of choosing
exchanging eyes
like kisses
in this all too bright
belaboring again
the reason you
are a part of me
and still you are
not me and friend
i am your child and
i can not-be
how peculiar & quieting
you must feel when
i am not who you raised
i am becoming
the means to forget
your words
and trust this place
of my own, of my own
what i’ve known
and always known
ah, to not be cut off
from,
yours truly,
another ticket home
