This moment is when I
reach for you through a
time of silence and wondering
Long hiding inept ability to
say what I mean
and what means me
This hour of sun
breeze mixed with quiet
This day of apartment and
shopping and children
This week of return from
a hot wandering
This month recovering
health of spirit
This year in a life
both confusing and awesome
Awake and alive at forty-five
Loving, anxious to know
What thinks you and
does you? What feels
you now? And
what time is it? It’s
this moment when
I reach for you