The effervescent day
I met you was like my
fingers meeting my thumb
on the same hand
for the very first
time, and bending close
in a pantheon of sparks,
touching into a circle
of infinite marvels and
all possibilities unburied
by shaking out shadows
and finding them to be light.
In our curve of time the framework of Love
is still being dreamt open –
Love seeps and strokes into the wounds of the spirit
like silk blessing the first leaf born of the
first bud,
unrolled atop the first root, enshrined from the first Source.
Beloved ones precious as air lace our seconds and
days together,
a vivid shawl sewn in the cadence of our kaleidoscope
souls.
The slow streams preach their smooth
water-truths,
the snow is its refrain: “Shhh
love now, shhh love often”
they whisper to us like salamanders in the
shape-shift moments.
Love weaves through the gills of our being
alive together on this All-Miracle Church of
Earth,
of everything hallowed, brokenly true,
of all things Yes, igniting us while capturing
fallen sparks
chimed from the ecstatic tongues of stars.
J.
Pratt-Walter, © 2021
