new body movements
muscles stretching that
were missed.
growing strong yet
barely been kissed.
or held, caressed. barely
felt the grace of presence that
dug in. attached, resisted
the pull apart.

fully aware, now.
this embrace can only come.
if I miss it, it will be, ...
missed.
intended so, though
love has me in her range.

I can feel the arraignment.
the path my feet take
to it.
the pain my heart endures
for it. this love of home.

the feelings, all energy games
and I worry little about them.
aware of the pawns, the pieces,
attention short lived.
just struggle to keep it.
because these feelings change
quick.
instant, on to another moment.
these are the times I focus on.

the moments and the lessons
intended.
the preparation, the refinement.
like wine spent decades
richening, deepening the taste, yet
its still an infant.
baby steps to infinite, full
embrace of this moment.

this moment, I know it.
I remember the taste,
the fragrance. the
the moisture a new day brings,
that moment when light becomes
fully abundant, and we reach for it.
we ***** our SELF into it.
rising and reflecting it.
charging with each
breath.
******* fresh life in,
expelling the used out…

love liberated,
cycled back around.
the down pour begins to
rise around my ankles,
the embrace commences.