To exist.
To safely arrive from one point to another,
To enjoy the momentary stillness amidst the honking of horns,
To radiate the warmth of sunlight into another person’s hand,
To take advantage of being cold as an invitation to intimacy,
To write without fear, to create without warning,
To look into the eyes of a child, defying demarcations of time,
To impregnate yourself with joy, to be expectant of it,
To partake in the labor of the universe,
To surrender a bit in the grand order of things,
floating on an endless ocean, finding your breath underwater,
leaving your children in their sleep, trusting their innate gift,
To live, to swim, to grow their own gills,
To find water wherever there is,
becoming more aware that the going and returning are just halves,
of a person I long knew, and will know,
These are graces I continually thank for
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