from the vibrant purr of the world
your delicate touch absorbs me
you cup your hands around the embers
and slowly without effort breathe
the hearth’s fire back into life
and like the cat curled at your feet
I am content with our familiarity
with the silences in your presence
with my love given unbidden and free
I track your casual delight in the day
like a sunflower dances with the wind
and within life’s dull consternations
there’s no cause to be concerned
for no definitions can contain us
(from a work in progress: “Arcana,” Queenwands, February 18, 2014)
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