Feb 17

I prefer beauty as it is
As it is lived in beneath
Beneath that grey shirt that folds
That folds and unfolds over you
Over the body you carry round
Around through the day
That beautiful thing
You wake up in each
Time you wake up
What time has curved
Life lined and motherhood
Exhausted, yourself exhausted
Shaped into your body
And now time shapes in this space
And it drifts freely beneath
That grey shirt in my eyes
As your mind 
Editing
Me down to an essence.
You, beneath that grey
Shirt leaning against the beige
Varnish raw cut lumber table edge.
Anytime you want to lean forward
Amongst the table edges, there's 
Nothing like you leaning forward.
Something will always be
In that moment, that
Perfect moment with you. 
Your pen makes an X across the paper
And your eyes
looking up -
    Like a sky full of birds,
Just beyond your shoulder,
At -3 P.M., on Presidents Day in 2019,
On the sidewalk by
Cafe Vita, in Seattle.
And now bathed in this
Anniversary impulse, again
Beneath a sky full of birds.