You are the destination,
arrived at by meandering
across the unsuccessful
intentions of others.
To see the sun rise across
your face
dims the “where ever we are”
into muddy scenery,
the backdrop for
intensely focused conversation
and leaning in,
the essence of having
known each other
since we knew ourselves.
And so planning becomes
being,
a harboring of words
saved for just this.
Categories: Poetry