Married Love

The leaves on the beech tree outside our window

Seem to pause

Caught in a single breath of the earth.

We touch and everything —

My birth, the birth of our children, the death of our parents,

The faces of our grandchildren pass through me and

I am a part of all of it —

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Nothing is truly lost.

The fabric of our lives unfurls —

Our children’s faces open into all they ages they have been —

Surrounded by a swirl of ancestors

And the faces of babies we’ve welcomed

and those still to come.

And the relentless now

becomes a single moment

And I am yes to all of it.