If I can practice,
sitting here, being
in transit on a vehicle
and feeling the sun simmer
me behind the glass tucking
my hair slowly
behind my ear,Touching
cold glass until
it becomes a word: animate
now worldly and shared
If I can focus on the scent of flowers
and count my breaths
I am sure that when I hold
your hand, I will feel it’s warmth

so calmly,  I practice
for I love myself
and I love you