The oldest truth holds steady, like a center
when groundlessess is the only choice-
love is transformative.
I fell into your warmth softly,
a gravity that held me
until I could again meet the rough beauty of life.
The enormity of it held me in orbit for a time
and I let go
and found a vast wilderness in the spin.
Dear one, you have never tried to tame my fierceness or lay claim;
instead you show up,
to bear witness and participate in the precariousness.
Every day with you has been precious.
Today, ten marks the years since we found ourselves on that street corner,
When faced with my own mortality,
my erratic heartbeat served only to illuminate
that you are a boundless star-filled sky,
and I am grateful to to stand, bewildered, in that light.