A Love Poem

Atoms within me

could just as easily have been rearranged

Clam shell

Drop of whiskey

Light bulb filament

Clump of soil clinging to your boot

And my body is but a tent

Temporal shelter defining space within its walls

Transient shell, indeed

Space inside indestructible

constantly changing

Filled with energy

How satisfied are the atoms to assemble a tent

How pleased is the tent to hold space

How willing is the space to be shared

Difference in composure

does not lessen empathy felt

Soil whose life depends on careful placement of footsteps

Boulder gently teetering in response to the elements

All we might ever truly comprehend is ourselves

And so in what way are we affected?

But answer only to then ask

In what ways do we affect?

To recognize our Self may realize all else

How blessed I am to be present

How blessed I am to be shared

What privilege I have been granted

to be cranky, loved, and scared