where we sit

Writing

To express feeling

To celebrate that I am able to feel.

To let myself live in this natural way.

The human life is astonishing to witness.

Loving

To express feeling

To celebrate to feel so much love

For this one man and for so much of everything else.

I let myself live this love in a most natural way.

Listening

Oh, the birds in the morning

Singing through the light filled leaves.

Day after day

They do what is most natural, 

without witnessing.

Cooking

Oh, the beauty of that soup

summer green.

A touch of pesto

In a vegetable broth

whole new onions

basmati

and young zucchini.

I imagined I was sitting in a local restaurant in Italy.

He confirmed that where we sat certainly was not Italy,

it was in fact, our backyard.

We sit together

And it is astonishing

That we are what we want.