a poem for my wife

little things turn out not to be.
in fact, they echo & bounce &
sweep you away in a wave, or
a dance, or a dream...

much of you remains a mystery --
always something new to discover,
revelations around each corner, hidden
in pockets, imbedded in words, letters
enveloped between sheets.

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vision only gets you so far
as the eye is so easily fooled,
needs constant reassurance.

vision gets you so far--
lifting you to dream a dream, embodied
in each moment & hope with legs & skin,
envisioning each possible future. every
time this thought includes you.

a christmas wish

to friends and family both near and far, close or distant, in all your various circumstances - may you find peace and comfort this season, and may this coming year be one graced by a great love.