There is a rhythm between us:
Sometimes a quiet rise and fall
Of a tide unseen, unheard
A coupling of river and shore,
Sometimes the glacial beat
Of a spring thaw pounding through
Miles and years, demanding notice.

Yesterday I felt fortune crest in me
And drew it into safe still frames
(Of sturdy forest cairns,
Your voice in whispers and song,
Sunlight, word games, chocolate,
My hand on your back)
One day, abundant, spilling over.