A Wholly Natural Thing

I want to think lengthy thoughts about my love for you - long, leggy thoughts

-        As long as the slender limbs of the tallest giraffe

-        As reaching and as curious as the creeping vines that spring from wooden fence post to nearby tree

-        Like a summer river, curving far beyond the horizon and well past the point where I can see

I stand at the mountain top and cast my eyes about, seeing the full extent of it.

I want to sing a whole medley of songs about you, sing them loudly to you and with you

-        Songs that capture our ups and downs, our swells and recessions

-        The moments of our silence and our noisy chatter - still as a mountain lake, as loud as Otter Creek Falls

-        There’s a harmony to it, the rhythm of each hour, day, week, month and year that we are together and then towns/counties/states and coasts apart

I want to feel the full happiness of my body whenever it is cupped in yours

-        Full like the harvest moon

-        Speckled as the stars, as mysterious as the incoming tide

-        Or, really, as simple and uncomplicated as what is, in truth

 …A wholly natural thing

I don’t understand the math behind it. I can’t explain how or why or when, precisely, it first occurred.

I don’t understand it, but I know it.

-        I know it as surely as tomorrow follows today

-        As surely as an autumn leaf takes to the wind

-        As surely as a dusty road makes dirty feet

Can it be as simple and familiar as an everyday thing? An everyday thing that is, in all its simplicity, quite sacred?

-        Sacred like the persimmon tree that we planted together, where little Timothy now sleeps his forever sleep

-        Sacred like the Sometimes Creek that idles in the backyard

-        Sacred like those tiny moments at the kitchen table when we sip our morning coffee and wipe the sleep from each other’s eyes. Blue eyes, quick and sweeping.

For love to thrive it should probably stay quite tender. Tender and supple and kind, patient and generous.

I trust that my love for you is tender. And I know now that my love for you also is.

Because what is is a state of being.

-        It is an act.

-        It is a motion.

-        It is a body in full form, in full expression - bending and stretching, sleeping and waking.

I feel myself in motion with you. In rhythm with you. And I really, deeply, completely love the way we move…

-        Together.