Pulling blankets


Pulling blankets over my eyes
I lie in wait for the sunrise.
The trickle of raindrops at my front door
remind me of moments passing
from one place to another
and being absorbed.

Pulling blankets from you, my love,
I get lost in your love, your arms, your touch,
and yet I fear motion in your heart
from something I have done that will shift
your feelings from plateau to ground.

What if we never reach the summit?
What if all of life winds up and down
and we stand witness to sunsets and rain clouds
that never burst open and create life on the ground?

True happiness, true joy,
like pulling blankets
in each moment I share,
I believe we can attract it,
I believe it is real.

Bringing winter moments
into summer's stirs helps to highlight losses
so we get to feel much more
we are grateful for what we have
and fight for more,
pulling blankets for warmth.

Comments

Marlene Maly said…
Beautiful, moving, striking!

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