tom taylor

gratitude

comes in small places into the heart’s beginning
to resemble itself finally knowing what is there
to be shown to the eye at play across the meadows
and plinths of the arc of light which settles down

and comes between us not dividing but uniting us
into the hours we have to share together once again
remembering how it is to be in love finally agreed
upon the tempo and the fervor that is what it is now

we awaken in a new world forgiven of all that preceded
for the terms we’ve set for dialog inside hands held in the
dark and center of our lighted place which yields us to
ourselves in this twinship of our achieved place in each other