This fresh buckeye shines,
just cracked from its prickly shell.
giddy with discovery
bouyant with purpose
knowing only this, now,
air, wind, leaves,
tricycle, sidewalk, pedals.
I watch the back of your hand
move sideways across your lips, your fingers wipe
the itch from your eyes, your lids blink and your nose wrinkles.
My prayer is for bouyancy,
for light heart and easy spirit
Our cheeks rub together,
we are nose to nose,
you grab my hands, my face,
and kiss me from your toes!
Our voices sing together,
Yours much louder than mine;
Your song brings me solace,
and much more joy than wine.
I consider the way we face the days,
and how at nights I tuck you in;
tomorrow we’ll meet another sun,
a chance to let love in.
More than fifty times “I love you,”
though the day is not near done.
More than fifty times “I love you, too,”
before the sinking, setting sun.