last edit

we’re drifting
a little eddy this way, a turn,
light fracturing
splayed across the ceiling
my eyes are open now,
I have found out
where you came from.
nobody expected this of us,
it just was.

Perhaps now I’m learning
to trust imperfection,
that drafting is natural –
even for the divine.
I don’t deserve you yet –
but with time
I will earn
this joy.

September ’09

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