how much
of what happens in this
world doesn’t matter at
all?
a cell phone conversation
overheard on the
street?
a popsicle
stick condemned to landfill
hades?
a sheet of news
print gesturing in the
grass, one
edge caught in a
puddle?
is there no
end to
loneliness?
there are
hidden signs of
beauty all around
us & everything is
simply
beautiful
the angels take us
by the hand & lead us to
eachother.
we love
& this
matters.
we love &
this is
beautiful.
does this
single, active
molecule of
love
transform the known &
unknown
universe?
we sit together
not talking, just
being.
& when we
rest, we’re not just
sleeping
we’re holding
eachother
tight.