all of this time
the one thing that serves as a reminder is time itself.
things have changed
people have changed
lives are here
loves are there
and my hands are growing softer-
too soft for a woman my age.
things come alive as the seasons change
creativity
perspective
warmth
a lover's secret smile
haunting me in my every waking moment
i've been noticing noise more these days
quiet all around me
i sit in my space and listen for the quiet
but all i hear is noise
out loud
out side
the snow falls
the sheets gather around my body
i sleep more soundly
with the dogs around me
and her beside me
shoulder to shoulder
bodies intertwined more perfectly than any act of god- as perfect as she can be.
i have been carrying many stories in my palms
and sharing them a little bit at a time
stories of fires that have been walked through
ways of thinking that have gotten me this far
and some of the downfalls that made me who i am
she listens
as i speak
and we learn a little more each time about what it is that is between us.
as she tells me where she's been
i fall a little bit more
for those green eyes that change color depending on her mood
and the spaces she's been in her head.
i learn a little bit more each time about what this thing is between us
we carve out a little more space and safety for one another to fit inside of
and the time caresses more from our tiny hands
i like to think that this time of year forces us to slow down
and notice more around us
about us
inside of us
it certainly has my attention
and this time i want to make the most of what i've been given and what i find
because just as it is and always will be;
change will come and my hands will harden and my palms will close
and my company will evolve
just as i will
that is why i share what i can
when i can
with those around me
so the mystery is not lost on us-
the things that are visible
must be remembered just as those things invisible are felt...
